"I do," she answered quite simply, a soft chuckle leaving her as she considered him. He really was as unique as Tracey had described him, wasn't he? Tall, dark, and handsome, certainly, but likewise a man of few words. Well. If he was half as good in the sack as he had been implying, none of that would ultimately matter, anyway.
With his venturing off into the bedroom, Daphne took a long sip of her Manhattan before moving to hover in the doorway, unable to help but smile as she looked at him. "I believe you promised to leave the dress and shoes on for round one... but if you've changed your mind on that, I've got something for you to unwrap."