[ Mordin feels a stab of odd guilt at her sudden hesitance. Sexual arousal is an unorthodox response to a medical examination, it's true, but he knows better than most that it's not quite so abnormal as one might expect. It crosses species, genders, careers, and consequently this is not exactly Mordin's first rodeo. But it is different somehow, more dangerous in some way he doesn't fully understand, but he doesn't want it to be because if anyone deserves the very best of everything he has to offer, it's her.

He hazards a glance back to the table. Probably sexually excited, yes, but embarrassed? Ashamed? Apparently not. Not that it's surprising to him, even if it is a little atypical of a human. Shepard is a very atypical human.

He knows, but chooses to lend her the courtesy of plausible deniability. ]

No, no objections. Here for you, Shepard. Willing to help. ...Want to help.

[ He pauses. He's not really sure what he's referring to anymore, or precisely what it is he's feeling. But there's a job to be done. Better that Shepard has found it incidentally pleasurable so far instead of unpleasant, at any rate. Right? ]

Can go no further than you allow. If ever uncomfortable at any moment, only say the word.

[ Once she's in position, there'll be a safe holographic shroud preventing any eye contact between her spread knees. Better that way. Less exposed for everyone. Entirely possible Shepard's arousal stemmed simply from touch of skin. Rest of exam could pass without incident.

Also, he realizes, might not. ]