Angelina‘s vajeen skimming inner thigh inking is obviously still causing pash-fests in the Jolie-Pitt household, if these pics of her and charcoal layered Brad out to dinner at Guy Savoy (fancy Parisian restaurant) are anything to go by.

Note Jolie’s messy-after-a-shag-before-the-chaffeur-arrived hair, that blissful after a quickie smile that says this is B&A’s ‘quality time’ away from their United Colours of Benetton brood; and Brad’s just got that smug smirk going on which says ‘Yes I’m fucking one of the world’s hottest bishes, deal with it losers’.

But we’re not jealous you see, because we spotted Ange’s boney claw hand clutching at her clutch…..and we suddenly had all these visions of making love with an alien or other such sci-fi based creature (which to be fair, take the hair away, and Ange could quite easily pass for)…..and it made us glad her we don’t fancy her. Much.