*gets up and wanders about, finding his clothes, completely ignoring his nakedness* Let's just -- let's just go down to the courthouse and clarify the situation, OK?
"Clarify the situation"?? We're married! *picks up the nearest thing she can find (one of your shoes) and hurls it at your head* Is that not clear enough for you?
Childish, Finduilas. Whatever happened to conjugal bliss? Don't they make that anymore. *walks over to you and grips your wrist* Play nice, sweetheart, or I won't even try to sort this out.
*tries to wrench her hand away* I've got a better idea, dearest. Why don't you just get out of Delving and let me get the divorce papers? I'll mail them to you.
Good luck with that, darling. *steps up very close to you, his lips almost brushing yours* No honeymoon? No anniversary? And a child who was already the product of a broken home. Oh well. *kisses you once, deeply, because he can*
*turns and walks out of the hotel suite, collecting his shoe on his way*
*is not even going to think about whatever that's supposed to mean*
*closes the door behind you, her lips still warm from your kiss*
and a child
Oh shit. *texts you a simple "'Brimbor's back" before undressing again and climbing back into bed to get a little more sleep before dealing with her impending legal hassles*