I'm sure I will. You have wonderful taste, after all. [ he's touched honestly, beyond the play. it makes him smile properly, in that loving way he gets so often these days when they're alone. the light touch continues, along his scalp, behind his ear, down the side of his neck. then he drops his hand back down, glancing away once before turning back to accept that kiss and return it, idly affectionate.

when he stands it's with a low hum, both hands lifting to cradle graves' face and tip it up toward him so that he can kiss him again, just as soft, leaning forward just a little. it's good that graves is confident enough to not mind a taller woman, that's for certain. his thumbs rub over the older man's jawline as he pulls back, just looking at him. ] A drink with a man as handsome as you? How could I possibly say no?

[ he takes one of graves' hands in his own, placing it against his own hip in something that's almost a promise before he takes a step away to pick up a small clutch off the counter, he must look the part wholly-- ] Shall we, then?