Gracis' gaze meets Calliope's for an instant before she wanders off and he turns his attention back to Melina. He runs his hands along her for a moment, nodding. "I realize that." As she forces him to draw her closer, he holds her firmly, nimble fingers undoing the ties and clasps that keep her garment on. Soon the fabric, finer than anything he is likely to wear, but still fairly simple, is pooled at her feet, his hands caressing previously hidden tracts of skin, down her ribs and waist to her hips, as he holds her.