She didn't respond with words - words would come tomorrow, in front of the kingdom and the nobles. Tonight was for contact. Anne leaned forward and kissed him softly, leaning a little against him and letting her hands press to his chest. One hand slid down, careful of his wound. The chilly air of the sea had taken over his skin, but she could still feel the heat of his body. Anne would be pleased just being in his presence in general - but the moment was so romantic it would be a shame not to use the opportunity. Besides, was this not essentially their first night as wedded lovers?