Emmeline laughed, lifting a hand playfully to press at his cheek, very gently pushing him away. But she rested her head back against his shoulder when she dropped her hand, and curled her arm around his waist. "Pretty sure you already have," she said, flirtatious and amused, and sipped from her glass. "A handsome man that cooks and cleans up after himself, and brings home flowers? That's the dream."