You and Antony got married a month ago, right now by the sea for your honeymoon. You're walking by the seashore with him being your personal butler. In one of his hands, two pairs of shoes - yours and his own, over his shoulder your own bag and the other palm of his is holding your own. His eyes are fixated on your face, mischiev in his gaze as he wiggles his eyebrows playfully. "So? Are we getting in?"