Look.

Jyn is not fighting being tugged on to the bed, she goes happily and willingly, climbing right into his lap looking like the happiest of clams. He'd expertly talked her out of her intimacy panic and she just hopes her stupid brain will actually save the existential crisis for the morning.

For now, her fingers pluck at the edge of his tee shirt. "Gonna get my dress off in one go this time, Captain Andor?"

And she fucking winks.