[Satsuki remains completely stoic as he scooooots closer to her, giving no physical reaction as he continues. Upon closer look, there seems to be a sheathed sword nestled between her and the window. Concerning.

However, it seems that Satsuki didn't have any intentions of using it any time soon. Her words are enough to cut for the time being, anyway:]

Spare me your flatteries and get to the point. If merenconversation is what you seek, then there are far more effective ways to earn that privilege from me.

[Finally, she'll grant him eye contact again, and she suggests, very bluntly:]

Or is it that you are attempting to coax me into bed with you?