Anne's smirk turns to a softened chuckle at the suggestion she might be any use for a high shelf. She enjoys the little games Greta occasionally plays, and how obvious they are. There is no need for subterfuge here, except for the pleasure of it. She nods dutifully despite her clear amusement, keeping close until Greta stops, turns around, and draws her closer still.

"Have you," Anne replies with a grin, a little flicker of teeth. She settles her hands gently at Greta's waist but makes no further moves just yet, eyeing her thoughtfully from under the low brim of her hat. Lightly, she murmurs, "Not every day I'm caught unawares."