"You have shoes to match." "I do?" "You do, yes, and go with diamonds. Leave the color to the dress." "Which diamonds? Do you know how many you give me? Why do you do that?" The aggrieved sound of her voice amused him nearly as much as giving her diamonds. "It's a sickness. I'll get them for you once you're dressed." She said nothing, and stood where she was as he selected a dark suit from his forest of suits, a slate-colored shirt, and a stone-colored tie. "How come you don't wear color?" "The better to serve as the backdrop for my beautiful wife." She narrowed her eyes. "You had that one ready." "The truth is always ready."