"Now, husband of mine," she said, "I think you should come here and help me pick out something to wear. Something you think he'd like to see me in."
He knew what she was doing by asking him to choose - she was twisting the knife, turning the screw, pushing his buttons. Whatever you wanted to call it, his wife was torturing him. Playfully, teasingly, but torturing him all the same.
And he loved her for it.