Grace laughs, a low, rumbling purr of a sound as she shifts closer to him, arms winding around his neck. "Not in the least," she says, kissing him. If he tried all those lines on other girls before, she doesn't care, not so long as he doesn't try them on someone else now. She might not shy away from the occasional act of hypocrisy, but she knows better than to fault him for getting around when she's slept with her fair share of men. (Not, of course, that she's about to say as much. Jerry is awfully tolerant of her having been with someone else, all things considered; she hardly needs to remind him of that, or that Mickey was hardly her first.)

Fingers slipping into his hair, she smiles. At least he seems to be feeling better, and that's all she can really wants.