"Mm, I wouldn't be jealous of those jets if I were you," she smirked. "From time to time it saves me from shattering those wonderful hips of yours. And you'd also have to cut off my hand if you were getting rid of everything I use. But I tend to think the true thing you ought to be concerned about is what I think about while I'm using it, and every time it just so happens to be you. So if anything, you ought to be flattered." she teased as she came over to him, bending down to steal a quick kiss from his lips. She didn't realize that bending over like that would allow him to see down her robe, but she wouldn't have done anything about it if she had. She was supremely comfortable in her own skin, preferred to be naked when she could be because it felt more 'right' to her, and didn't mind at all if Abel took an eye-full whenever he liked. Sure, there were times when she would try to tempt him with her bare skin, but over all he didn't need much more encouragement than a little purr now and then.
"Yes you have, though you really can't go wrong with fine jewelry." Roxy knew she could be hard for a man like Abel to shop for. She wasn't all that interested in any brand names, perfume, jewelry, or rather not as interested in them as other women tended to be. Not because of her background either, they had been dirt poor and yet her mother would squeal loud enough to shatter glass when one of her johns bought her something shiny or anything that to them seemed expensive. It had been life on the road that beat the desire for expensive possessions out of her, but now that she had a real home and someone to share that home with she was slowly coming back around. Though the whiskey hadn't been a misstep on D'Arthur's part, just that she was the sort of woman who instead of having one bottle of $11,000 whiskey tended to go for 11,000 bottles of whiskey that cost a dollar. Like with their talk of restaurants versus buffets, for her the point of it all wasn't to savor it, it was to get full because it might be a while before she had another chance to eat. An attitude that directly stemmed from living hand to mouth as a child. It likely explained why when she did get full she had at least five extra pounds more than usual, all since she started seeing Abel. If nothing else it kept those assets of hers he loved so much from getting too small.
She grabbed another gift with one hand and nudged his thighs closer together with the other, moving to sit on his lap once there was room enough. His own fault really for sitting down. Every time he sat down around the house it was a race between her and Thomas to get into his lap first, she usually won but she was bigger and faster after all. It was definitely a cat thing, but she did take ever excuse she could to cuddle up against him anyway. She let out a happy little squeak at the next package, finding the Roomba, though she did pout when she saw the weight restriction on the back of the box. "Ah well, I can always put Tommy on it, let him have a good time. Also, getting me something that moves and telling me not to pounce it is a little cruel."