[She wraps around him unhesitatingly when he lifts her, thankful that her suit comes with crisp-pleated trousers instead of a narrow skirt because it means she can wind her legs around him that much more easily and cling. He'll complain about the risk of dropping her if she's too mischievous while he's carrying her, she knows, and while she knows full well that he would never allow such a thing in reality, she's benevolent tonight and only tips her head to suck a series of open-lipped kisses along the line of his jaw.]

You look a mess.

[Something she'd remarked on before, in the car, but now that they're back in the house, it's a comment that brings their night full-circle. He'd left perfect, and now he's returned a mess, and it's because he would've been perfect getting through the door but for her, almost gleefully terrorizing him in her relentless attempt to ruin the image he's been wearing all night.]

But everyone seemed impressed with you. It was a good night, from what I overheard. You've certainly secured respect.