Magne falls back so that she isn't keeping him there any longer, letting her hand fall away and keeping her eyes deliberately up on his face. He knows she knows, and for now, that's enough. "Poke your head out if you need anything. I'm going to get back to it," she offers, before pausing on her way out and leaning back over to press her lips to that red cheek before finally making her way back downstairs. Can't let him see the borderline giddiness that's going to have her good and distracted for the rest of the night.