[Her breath catches at that. She's not sure what is so intimate about his words or his tone, except that she knows, now, how that feels: to have him look at her when she's wearing something like a black, strapless dress. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, a smile spreading across her face. She knows they weren't as far along in their relationship there as they are here now, but she can imagine the thoughts that went through his head.] You pick that one out?