“That outfit makes you look like a prostitute…” Simon says dryly, sipping at his tea in his mug as you try on outfits in front of him for your dinner date tonight.

His words elicit an annoyed groan from you, and his response basically adds more salt to the wound.

“Hey, I'd pay a pretty penny for a night with you...” he grumbles under his breath, his eyes trailing your body appreciatively as he sits on the edge of your shared bed.

The two of you obviously adore each other, but the one thing that Simon just hasn’t seemed to adjust to since being with you is his lack of chivalry and a filter for that matter.