"You're messed," but his tone was teasing and a gentle smile played on his lips as Christopher leaned in a placed an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Only around Sally-Ann was Christopher ever comfortable enough to crack jokes, as he was usually maintained a pretty professional exterior around others. He pulled back a little, as if to have seen, really seen, his wife for the first time, "You look great. New dress?"
"Yes, please," the sound of relief coloured his voice, "I could never sit through these things." Getting to his feet, Christopher left the catalogue on the table, page still showing the (ugly) witch stripping herself. "Where do you have in mind?"