Social graces are a good skill to have, particularly in their line of work.

"You bet we do..." Face murmurs, burying a kiss against Murdock's hair.

The woman chuckles under her breath and steps closer to whisper. "Well, I guess you've gotta be close... I mean... breaking into stranger's rooms, carrying a gun at your own wedding..."

He's pretty sure Murdock's not packing, but Face had been wise enough to tuck a compact on under his jacket that it would take a hell of a practiced professional to catch.