I notice Kathy’s looking me up and down while we’re sitting in the service which has already started.

I make a “What are you doing?” look with my eyes.

Kathy whispers, "I couldn’t remember what you were wearing. I always like to remember what you’re wearing.”

I make the same look with my eyes, this time meaning, “And why…?”

“Just in case you’re kidnapped,” Kathy whispers.