She twisted her mouth up. “It will be a very bad photo album.” Contemplating his shirt, she tweaked the collar flat. “Does your putting on a shirt mean you want to go out?”
“Now, are you mocking yourself or my abilities, because I’m a little offended at both, if I’m being honest,” he murmured and kissed her wrist as it fixed his collar, eyeing her with a grin. “I suppose we should? We can’t spend forever indoors, as much as the thought pleases me…”
“I did say there was food in the kitchen,” she pointed out again. “And I’m not a good photographic subject.”