( It seems he chose the third option, where he lets her play out the scene from Indiana Jones that he is sadly yet unaware of. Don Draper has now had the good fortune to meet Prisma's Top Thot and he picked well on how to handle it. Already he seems quite taken with the chance to just touch her, and she's sure she could have been just about anybody, but— )

Is that what you think of everyone? And what you think of this place? I'd like to think that I'm old enough to know what I want, by now. And I think you're much the same.

( —but he's asking her, right now, with his fingertips to one cheek, and that hand atop his own in her hair slips away and reaches for him, cool skin pressing to the nape of his neck and guiding him down with the slightest pressure applied as she rises up on her tiptoes. And lips just as soft as he'd touched her alight on his face, feeling the beginnings of stubble against delicate skin, and she lingers there for a long moment before drawing back.

Then he indicates his own lips, but he begins to draw back from her before she can think to oblige. So she tips her head in silent question, gold lashes low, and she applies that little bit of pressure to the back of his neck again. She doesn't usually jump right to kissing someone so directly, having barely spoken, but she'd keep it chaste. Just for now. )

That is an opinion best left to a medical professional, sir.

( She's quite soft-hearted, to no one's surprise. )