When she returned, he stood, eyes wandering over her body once before trailing back up to meet her eyes. She was beautiful. When she told him to zip her up, he moved behind her and slowly drew the zipper upwards, leaning in enough to press his lips to her shoulder. "You look gorgeous." he told her. "With or without the dress." And she did. He'd always thought so and he was certain she knew as much, but Isis was the sort of girl who never minded being told a billion times how pretty she was.