[He rubs the bridge of his nose with a snort of mock-indignance.] Well, don't paint me!

[He glances at the cupboard one last time, nods, and caps the paint, taking the brush away before she can do any damage with it.] It'll do. On to more pleasant topics, then?

[Expression softening a little, he reaches over to run fingers through her hair.] No closet, then. What's your choice of venue?