[Yvaine does release his hand - because she's moving swiftly to the table and, well, she's still feeling out this courting thing. Keen - and long - observation doesn't always help as much as one would hope with the actual navigation of cues.]
Oh, thank you.
[She shamelessly picks out a grape from a platter of light - and seasonally mismatched, which were not so easy to come by where she comes from - delicacies.]