The wizard let out a slow sigh as she turned in his arms to embrace him once more.  "Together,"  He agreed, before letting her slip out of his arms.  "That would be great, thanks.  Maybe a tee, and some jeans.  What d'you want to do for food?"  he asked, shrugging out of his coat.  He stepped out of his shoes, in the entry way, and meandered over to the couch he'd been familiarizing himself with.  He liked the loft situation.  It felt more...  Inclusive than a full-interior structure.  And it meant he didn't feel quite so alone at the moment.<br/><br/>He laid his coat on the couch back, and set in on his vest, and tie.  They didn't take him long to doff either.  The button down was midway undone by the time he heard his wife coming down the stairs again.  He found himself smiling privately.  She<i>was his wife.</i>And that wasn't going to change.  He tugged the tails of the blouse from his tailored slacks, and shrugged out of his shirt.  It left him only in his undershirt, slacks and socks.<br/><br/>He peeled off the undershirt after only a moment's hesitation.  It was more of him than his wife had seen, and he was afraid for a moment that she'd be put off.  One particularly nasty scar -a trio of thick and pink lines of scar tissue- ran from the front of his chest, up over his shoulder on the left side.  There were other, smaller scars, and none so fresh, but he was self-conscious of them all the same.