"You're awfully quiet tonight, old thing," I said, settling back against him on the chesterfield. "Is something wrong?"
Jeeves was silent for a few minutes, drawing me into his arms and resting his chin atop my head. "I was just thinking about last year, before we were together."
I lay my head on his chest. "What were you thinking, love?"
His hand trailed down my chest and he pulled me close, his arms tight about me. "How lonely I was," he said, his voice soft and warm. "How much happier I am now."
"We've come a long way, haven't we?"