"So I see," he never really minded her habit of putting color in his life. So much of it was dark he knew he could use it. With a smile he let her in, closing the door behind her before going to take the flowers from her.
"I hardly mind but shouldn't it be my thing to give you flowers?" It seemed the way it ought to work. But he was never sure of these things. IT made him more cautious then he felt he should be, but he'd rather be slow then do something wrong.