Her optics flickered briefly in surprise at the hug, but when he looked back at her, they were at a steady, normal glow again, and she smiled and nodded. Why did he have to be... as he was, besides being an apparently good Prime?

"Certainly! But, ah. You may want to put some alternate date in addition, considering how these things in official matters tend to go..." Elita trailed off, dry, amused cynism colouring her comment... And then she realized a consort might not know such a thing from first hand experience---

"Which is my experience when I've had clients delayed, or even having to leave early, from what I've seen." She shrugged, delicately, and she had definitely noticed the change in tone in his grip, and canted her aft out a bit.

Visually, it would do nothing, seeing as it was at the wrong angle, but with his fingers close to the shift in plates, he'd feel it.