He's wearing the good waistcoat that Kurt's found him because if ever there's an evening in which he wants to look his best, tonight is it. He's brought with him the intention to throw caution to the wind and truly enjoy himself, which means that an hour into the party, he's well-liquored up and loosened and so when Grace finds him -- or does he find her? -- he threads his fingers in hers to pull her closer, drunk on courage, theatrics, and joy. "Far more, now," he assures her, feeling his heart skip several beats when he's pushed forward by intruding bodies and ends up in the space of her body where he can feel the warmth of her skin. "And you?" he breathes out, a hitch to the words.