Greta nods, satisfied. She trusts Nina's judgment, and she doesn't have such an inflated view of her own celebrity as to think there's a risk of him blabbing for the exposure.

"Of course," Greta says, giving Nina's arm a squeeze. "I'll need the support. You can keep reminding me that I look dashing." She won't be forgetting that word choice anytime soon, nor the giddy little thrill it gives her.