You and Salvador are getting ready to go to a party (of mobsters, obviously). You stand in front of the mirror in the bedroom, finishing getting ready and looking at yourself in your new dress, brought especially for this evening. You hear the door open and, when you turn around, you see your husband leaning against the door. He’s still in his bathrobe, his hair still wet, and he’s looking up and down at you with a smirk on his face “Wow....you look gorgeous, mi amor~”