When she pulled away from the kiss on his cheek, Daphne frowned. He'd clearly just woken up, probably her fault, but he was disheveled and hadn't taken care of himself in days. There was a slight odor to his stubble that made her wrinkle her nose. "It's Valentines Day. I'm here..." She shook her head. "Stephen when was the last time you took a shower?"
Daphne pushed past him into the cottage, expecting him to follow. She wasn't going to stand outside and have this conversation where people could very well hear them. "Are you taking care of yourself at all?" Because if people saw him like this, there would be talk. She was already doing a bad job of being his wife, letting him live on his own, slowly going crazy and having mental breakdowns, attacking people.