[ For one who's more used to being hidden and subtle, Jaime can't help the bit of surprise that briefly shows with a raise of brows. After a bit of a (futile) glance around the room -- ]
Oh, I don't know. [ Jaime settles his hands at the swell of his bride's hips, playing his thumbs on either side. ] You're one for show and flair, while I'd like to have the show for myself.
[ As he speaks his lips near the line where her skin and the fabric of her bodice meet. ]