He smiles, a real, genuine smile, and nods. "There's a love."

Standing up with the blanket wrapped around him, he bends down, picks up his boxers, and somehow manages to wangle them on under the blanket. He drops it then, wiggling into some jeans and then a soft, long-sleeved shirt.

"There should be a corkscrew by the wine bottle, if you want to open it."