"Oh yeah?" He set the tea towel he'd used to take the tray out of the oven down, moving around the bench and closer to her, looking at the spot on the wall that she was talking about. "You know, if you hadn't mentioned that I'd never have even seen it. Something you're attached to, or are we getting rid of it?" His tone was a bit joking with that question, as he moved back in to the kitchen, grabbing out two glasses and a bottle of wine to have with the spaghetti.
Her next words put thoughts of spots on walls far from his mind, and he set the bottle of wine down after having poured the first glass. What could she possibly have to tell him, that would piss him off? He felt strangely cautious as he met her reluctant gaze. "I guess you better tell me then."