[She pulled him in and he obligingly let her, his freed arm moving to slide around her waist and pull her in closer--

and then he heard what she was saying and let out a disappointed sigh.]

It is what it is, darling. I can't 'turn off' being who I am. It's hardly my fault their men can't keep them satisfied enough to not wonder how green the grass is on the other side of the fence. It's to my everlasting despair that you don't look at me like that, especially since you know just how green that grass is.

[His hand slid a little further up her back, nose nudging her ear.]

You almost sound jealous -- as a good wife should. Feel free to start a catfight. I'd be more than happy to see that dress sacrificed for the greater good.