Their little love discussions are only irritating to third parties. First and second parties of M. Murdock and V. Willis are the only ones that matter. Clearly neither of them find it irritating. Matt could do it all day. Some times he does. She's there step for step, tirelessly. It's their game.

That wagging tail and canine heartbeat keep going, going, going. He's still and listens to paws hit the pavement and teeth gnaw. "Stripes? Where?" Because he's picturing them the way that a zebra has stripes. "Cutest ever." The words on her tongue are adorable on his even he is finding them skeptical. Blame it on all the lawyer speak ready to come out. His fingertips brush over Verity's shoulder and arm as he leans in to press a kiss to her cheek. Wiggly, wagging tail kicks up in speed.

"She's just playing." And they both know that there are plenty of spare canes.
Stripes are a Verity fashion staple that he's aware of. How often they come up is yet to be seen. Sheer glee.