"My feet hurt..." You grumble, as your walking turned a little slower

"Are you heels uncomfortable?" He said, looking at your legs, eyes slowly dropping down the the pair of heels you wore, as you two crossed the town, late at night, after leaving a restaurant

"Yes..." You nodded, sighing. "Sorry, I'm always complai-"

"C'mere." He cut your apology short, picking you up princess-style, his strong, trained hands, holding you up with ease, his expression as neutral and stoic as ever