Can This Marriage Be Saved?

Steve and Patrick and I went out for dinner tonight. Patrick was mostly obnoxious but he's not quite two yet and he mellowed after a pound of honeydew melon. During dinner I got a little kittenish and I asked Steve to tell me five things he loved about me.

Ready?

"Your wit. Your looks." Gratifyingly quick, but followed by a slight pause.
"Patrick." A much longer pause.

"Five things, my angel dream rabbit," I prompted, although- Patrick? And you wonder why I am in crisis here, people.

"The rare occasion when you say something nice about me," he continued with a put-upon expression that made me want to smack him.

He started eating again. "FIVE!" I hissed between clenched teeth.

He looked at me: "All of your talents."

The bastard.