He refrains from saying that it wasn't him that wasted the dress last night, because he's not going to waste this now.

'I'm a bloke, luv. When it comes to bedtime, it don' matter what you wear.'

Preferably nothing, of course.

He follows her willingly, his eyes firmly on her arse the whole time. When she reaches the bed, he leans down past her to pull the covers back so she can sit down. It suddenly feels surreal. This is actually happening.

'Blimey,' he mutters, and then a grin starts to spread across his face. His boots get pulled off and tossed away carelessly, and then he just stands and looks at her, grinning like a loon.

'Took us long enough, eh?'