Sweeney Todd was oblivious as Mrs. Lovett watched him polish his razors. He muttered quietly to them, even pretending they were responding. Mrs. Lovett thought this was a rather bad habit, talking to inanimate objects and such.
After all, he could be talking to her like that.
"Mr. T?"
Sweeney didn't seem to hear her, opting instead to hold the object of his current affections to his ear and nod empathically to whatever he imagined it was saying.
"Mr. T!"
Sweeney started and dropped his razor. For a moment, he stared at it in disbelief, even shock. Then he glared at Mrs. Lovett. A chill ran down her spine and she mumbled an apology. Sweeney bent down and retrieved the razor, cradled it and repolished it, before turning once again to his companion in crime. "What?"
Mrs. Lovett fumbled for something relevant to say. 'I love you' flickered through her mind several times before she settled on, "Did you remember to lock the upstairs?"
"Yes."
"It's just, I think I hear something moving around up there."
Without a word, Mr. Todd stood and went upstairs to check it out.
Mrs. Lovett sighed. It was nice to have a man around the house.