Owen gave his counterpart an incredulous look. "Ickle Gwennie's got romantic ideals in her head, and her fiance. What would she want with me?" He shoved away from the wall, closing the door before continuing his hunt for his office. "I promised her I'd come to the wedding. She's getting Suzie in a dress for it, wouldn't miss seeing that." He grinned, spotting another door that looked vaguely right, and heading for it. "And what would I see in her anyway?" He looked over his shoulder, his hand on the doorknob, an eyebrow arched in silent counterpoint to his question.