"I'm not a…" He looked down at himself. "Fine, maybe I am. If you're right, that means that there's an entire day gone and I really hope that means you're wrong. A few hours, okay, but.. I don't know. Maybe it was some kind of pre-Valentine's bachelor's party or something." Except you didn't really have bachelor's parties unless you were about to get married and he'd have hoped he'd at least have rated an invitation.

He poked uselessly at the shoes and then tried tearing at them. Anything if it would get them off.