"You do look good" he agreed, and she did. She always did. Laughing at her pout he sat down on the couch. "If you hadn't been so impatient I would have been ready. Just need to put on some shoes. For some reason I don't think going out barefoot would be a good idea," He answered as he pulled his socks on to his feet before he pulled his shoes over to him.
As he began to try to forced his foot in to a shoe he looked up at her. "So have you decided which club we are going to? I vote for the lion's or the swan's." he asked. Glaceing back down at his feet her realized that he had been trying to force his foot in to the wrong shoe and discreetly tried to swap the shoe out for its match.