"Maybe next Tuesday, when I'm your manservant, they can be my uniform." Just the pants, he was thinking. "Only I think if I'm your manservant, you have to wear the leather pants too."
Charlie leaned over as they walked, pressing a firm kiss against her cheek. His leather clad foot hit a sunken mole hole in the ground and he stepped off balance, pushing her to the side and then trying to catch her with his arms around her middle as he regained his balance. "Sorry, tripped," he said with a laugh.