[ They've been rather daring, as of late, but Grell still has it in her mind that he intends to pull away once in the public eye, by reflex. Any moment. Except that moment stretches into a few, a few into a minute, and then several of those have passed, too.

A gleeful blush creeps over her skin, her free hand resting over her swollen heart-- and rhe curious - especially the scrupulous -looks they might receive only make her straighten her posture with pride, lashes fluttering as she flaunts the expression to match! ]

Now, why don't we start simple. [ At last, she breaks her unusually flustered silence, in favor of reaching out to touch the sleeve of a very smart blazer. ] Deep grey and black houndstooth. Terribly subtle, but it's got its charm. A toe in the water, you know.