Spock's gaze darted to the bed when Jim gestured in it's direction. For a moment, it seemed he was going to say something. His lips parted, only to close just as quickly with a curt nod instead. Sitting was likely the better option. Melding was already a rather personal, intimate action; the setting made little difference. Moving to the bed, he sat down first, perching on the edge with his hands placed palms down on his thighs.