Thomas tries, very hard, to suppress a smile at Greta's scandalous tone. Still, an adoring look shines in his eyes as she adjusts his collar, as she brushes her fingers along his jaw. "Well, given our daughter and our dogs, and the fact that you've been living with me, unwed, I think the neighbors will hardly even notice if you start wearing pants," he quips. "Our household is already in ruin."

He breaks into a smile and shakes his head. "Were you really very worried about what I'd think?"