I like you in everything. Or nothing at all, depending upon my mood.
[Which was often raunchy, which explained why many of the surfaces in their house have been—ahem—broken in. Multiple times. But he remembers she's slightly sensitive about it, both her figure and her femininity, so he settles down to pay her an earnest compliment.]
You have never, not once, given me anything less than your best. I have no critique to offer you, Sen; blame it on the bias of a man deeply in love.
[He takes her hands in his, swinging them about as he often likes to do, and offers her his utmost attention.]
Now, are you scheming again? Or did you merely call me out here to celebrate? Not that I could complain, but...
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I like you in everything. Or nothing at all, depending upon my mood.
[Which was often raunchy, which explained why many of the surfaces in their house have been—ahem—broken in. Multiple times. But he remembers she's slightly sensitive about it, both her figure and her femininity, so he settles down to pay her an earnest compliment.]
You have never, not once, given me anything less than your best. I have no critique to offer you, Sen; blame it on the bias of a man deeply in love.
[He takes her hands in his, swinging them about as he often likes to do, and offers her his utmost attention.]
Now, are you scheming again? Or did you merely call me out here to celebrate? Not that I could complain, but...