He was sure they'd be very happy together. Hence his offer of the night before. It still stood, even if she was convinced she wouldn't need it. "I'm glad."

"Oh." And just how did she know that he could rock his? He didn't even want to think about it. He couldn't help the surreptitious glance he cast down at himself, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Is there a particular type that is appropriate? Fashionable?" He'd hate to think he was out of style. His ego, such that it was, wouldn't allow it.