"If you didn't, I would worry how we ended up here." It's teased, so very lightly as it goes. Tipping up her face, rolling back to arch her neck up because - she has no qualms in kissing her. Not anymore. Arching into her hand like it was her right as Grivenne - and wasn't it just?

So she doesn't bother to stop kissing her until she's well and truly done. Which is to say, when her breath is straining in her lungs, her lips feel full, and her gaze has gone that little dazed in contentment. "We should enjoy it before I can't stand the sight of you."