Gwen Stacy and Michael Glass
Gwen simply smirked at his mention of the dress. She'd had a feeling it might bring forth some sort of reaction from him. Or, she'd hoped it would, anyway. Tight enough to say "I'm a woman" but loose enough to say "I'm a lady." Gwen had fashion sense.
"Yes, please," she said, brightening a bit. "Are you sure Angels are allowed to drink champagne?" She added. She let go of his hand for a moment to run her fingertips along his wing. "You know, I've always thought of you as the Archangel Michael."