"Oh, I'm a lot of things, including hopeless, but I think I can manage my own underwear," he agreed. He finally came out in his original outfit, having left half a pile in the room behind him. "Now I'll never have to do this again. And?" He leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Thank you. But thigh high leather boots are not hooker boots. They're the definition of sexy boots. Cause let's face it, you got nice legs. You should show them off." He held out his arms. "Let's get this paid for, and we'll get those boots. And remember, you cannot kill me in public." His grin turned into a smirk. "I missed this."