He'd never had any particular fondness for the ocean. It wasn't that he actively disliked it, he just… didn't care. He spent most of his time inside - the view didn't change anything.
But she'd seen the lair over his shoulder one night. Though upset with her for mocking his newest idea, he became putty when she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, whispering "Please?" into his ear - the Shego equivalent to begging.
"Admit it. The ocean is gorgeous at night."
It was. He liked how it sparkled. It didn't matter.
She looked gorgeous wherever the moonlight shone on her from.