"But of course. We can't have you forgetting to whom you speak." She maybe shouldn't be trying to do that imperious British accent, it's a little ridiculous. A lot ridic to be honest. But that's the point of being silly, isn't it? "You do an excellent job." Love is hard work, but it's worth it. It doesn't seem so hard when he's around.

"That's what I'm for, honey. You're Catholic, aren't you supposed to be looking for a good helpmeet?" Her nuzzling takes him along his jaw toward his ear, and her voice grows quieter as she goes. "Fortunately, you're both easy to dress. And I know just where to take you." She won't stop taking care of him until the decision is no longer hers to make. He deserves every good thing and she wants to give them all to him.

He can keep going as long as he likes; she's enjoying the game. Again, she puts on the imperious tone and switches which arm is around his shoulders. "Then you may proceed to the other, sir Matthew."

She does love him, all of him. Even the parts that frustrate her. It's all very complicated but no less true. Her head tilts when he starts to nuzzle to give him room to work. "Oh, I don't know. You look good in red."