He's not going to be asking her to disrobe anytime soon. He thinks they need to learn about each other a bit more first, before they go jumping into having a "real" marriage. Not that he'd object - sometimes, Kevin is just a guy about things - but he doesn't want to pressure her.

"Dominos is usually open, though I don't know around here. It's almost one." He admits with a shrug, and then glances around and slips on his glove before picking up the menu. He's barechested, having forgotten to find a tank top. Gingerly, he holds it out to her. "There's one on here open until three? Give 'em a call and see if they'll deliver?"

then she asks. He glares at the box. It had fallen out of his bag. He'd meant to save that for Florida. But he just scoops it up with his gloved hand and offers it to her. "It's... Forge and Doc McCoy made it for me. It negates my powers." They'd also given him rules about wearing it - no more than nine hours straight, period. Then he had to be off of it for eight hours, at least. But, if she wants him to wear it, he will.