"My punctuality?" he said, dry, settling close against her, letting himself slide a little further under the blankets. It was hard to say why, exactly, he'd been keeping out of the house as much as he had. The need that kept driving him down to the dark hallways around the courtrooms might as well not have existed, at the moment. "Thank you so much, my dear. And here I always thought you'd only married me for the house." His lips trailed down along the arc of her throat; he was more than happy to indulge her. "So few women truly appreciate promptness. You delight me."