Grace stifles a laugh as she kisses him, hands sliding over his chest to drape over his shoulders. "I know," she says. That much is plainly evident. Leaning back, hips pressing against his, she ducks her head, kissing his shoulder. If she wanted, she could suggest they continue on their way now after all, but she has no intention of doing so, and she doubts he plans to go anywhere either. The hallway's as good as anywhere else when she wants him bad enough she feels like she's shaking. "I can tell."