[Peter blinks, taking advantage of his close proximity to her to toy with a hanging strand of her hair as he then realizes he's started to sway them to the devil's tunes. He doesn't stop, somehow able to put up with Cyndi, something stopping her from digging right under his skin the way she usually does. That something perhaps the swell of elation in his chest.

Have her eyes always been this crystal clear?] And waste all that time I spent writing my vows? What kind of guy do you think I am?

It is, for better or for worse, after all. Lauper clearly being the worse - and me the fool who still accepts you and your flaws.