She does notice the verb change; she wields words for a living, after all. It makes her lips quirk in a small smile, helped along by the warm waft of his breath tickling her ear. He wears cologne, strong once you've noticed it but otherwise discreet, something that fits him perfectly. This is a man who takes great care in his appearance, or his suit wouldn't fit him so elegantly either.
"I definitely like your initiative over theirs, tonight," she comments, idly wishing for a second there that they were alone. Given the fact that they are very far from alone, she ignores the passing urge to nibble on his earlobe. His loss.