When he tips her chin up she gently takes the offending hand and lowers it, but doesn't pull away or grow tense. He doesn't know, so she needs to communicate it.

"Yes, it is what I want," she says softly, looking him in the eyes, "and I would appreciate it if you didn't pull that particular maneuver again."

Valdis squeezes his hand, closing it around her own. She's already forgiven him for the offense.