She knows that relenting, contented sigh well by now. She is so very good at getting it out of him, after all. Humming softly into the kiss, she pulls herself closer to him now that his hands are at her waist and he's not trying to get them back to the party. For the moment.

Compromise is important. So after a few more kisses, soft and sweet and encouraging, she pulls back just enough to speak. "Shall we go back to the party or stay here a little longer?"