Wanda grins and blushes, and if she was anyone else that laugh might be called a giggle. She loves when he pays special attention to her hands - it touches her like little else.

"So do you," she says with a soft smile, though Wanda always thinks he looks quite dashing, even on his more, ahem, rugged days. And tonight he seems appropriately dressed for snuggling so she allows herself to have a little hope. "Can I get you anything? I made cookies yesterday."