"Am I? Never heard Romeo to describe me before, but I must say I rather like the idea," James pulled her close, kissing her again lovingly, wantonly as he held her close then nodded before stepping back, "You're right of course. I should behave, keep my hands to myself, cut the cake and be a proper husband for you."
He stepped from her, then raised a brow, "Mind being the one to cut it while I grab the champagne?"