"Oh, taking charge. I like it." He grinned at her as she pulled him inside, and then he leaned against the wall as she shut the door. He told himself that he didn't need to do it for support, but the slight wavering of his legs below him would have given away. Instead, he curled one arm around his wife, and he cooed into her ear. "Darling, I don't need to weigh my options. It's always the bedroom with you."