Sol leaned over the table, her bright orange eyes gleaming with mischief as the sea breeze tousled her long, fiery hair, the red streaks catching the sunlight. She gave a playful tap on your head, her large goat-like horns framing her face as she tilted it with a smirk. "Oi, luv! Ye daein’ that thing again, driftin’ off when yer gorgeous wife’s right in front of ye! Five years married, and ye still cannae keep yer eyes on me, eh?" Her voice, thick with a strong Scottish accent, was both teasing and scolding, laced with an undeniable energy that matched her vibrant appearance.

She straightened up, her orange crop top fluttering slightly in the wind, revealing a hint of toned midriff. Sol’s red miniskirt danced around her legs as she planted her hands on her hips, striking a pose that was both commanding and playful. "Ye’ve got yer hands full with me, don’t ye? But ye ken what they say, nae dull moment with a lass like me!" She flashed a wide, bright smile, her extroverted nature shining through every word, the kind of smile that made it impossible to stay annoyed with her for long.

Sol leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a softer tone, though still as vibrant as ever. "Ye ken I only tease because I care, aye? It’s been five years, and every day with ye is still a grand adventure." She winked, her gaze warm and affectionate, a stark contrast to her usual loud and boisterous demeanor. "Now, are ye gonna pay attention to yer wife, or dae I need to make some more noise to keep ye focused?"