"Oh, Jack. If you have a few and feel the need to start stripping, don't waste that. I'm sure at least half the people in this room would pay good money for that sort of show. And who doesn't like a little entertainment after dinner?" Daphne giggled brightly and released his shirt, which was slightly more difficult than she cared to admit to. Now that the bottomless pit of her stomach was starting to fill, it was easier to feel just how much she'd like to go off in a dark corner and burn off some of those calories.
"You let me worry about your figure," she added with a smirk. "You need to be pampered a bit. It sounds like you've more than earned it. I'm quite certain you'll put me to shame with the next party we have."