Everett had always had the sense that Verity was much more inclinded toward elegance than large displays of a theme, the way she had remodeled their house had secured this sentiment in his mind. So her answer surprised him for a moment before he considered the decorations he had woken up to on Christmas morning. There was a bit of child in Verity Swann after all, he decided. Such joy was charming on her and he wished she would show it more often.

"So you support it then?" He teased with approval richening his voice. He took another sip of his drink, the light catching in Verity's dark hair adding to the charm she already had. Everett had always been attracted to his wife, she was gorgeous. How could he not be? But the warmth of this charming aura around her felt new. Like something had kindled Christmas morning and was only just catching to flame now.

He twirled the glass in his hands thoughtfully looking at the contents before glancing back at his wife with a mischevious grin, "Would you support outlandish actions too then? Or only decorations?"