Grace nods so he'll know she understands, though she's half-blind as it is, dipping her head to kiss his shoulder. She doubts that she'll be able to finish before he does, but right now, she doesn't care. That's simply the luck of the draw sometimes, though much less so with him than she's known with others, and she feels so good anyway. Tonight is about him, and there will always be time for more later. She intends to see he enjoys himself, or, at the very least, that he's well distracted.