Winston Peters stands alongside her, hands clasped front of him, in a haven't-I-done-well posture, with a permanent smirk on his face.
When asked a question, he defers to her, telling us this is the Prime Minister's press conference. On the odd occasion he will answer, although briefly and without the usual barking aggression he's displayed to the media when she's not around.
He's an old-fashioned conservative and such displays would be impolite.
But in Parliament's bear pit this puppy dog becomes a Rottweiler as Jacinda Ardern sits meekly, smiling broadly as he delivers to her opponents the sort of bark that she could only dream of. It's now five weeks since she accepted Winston Peters' proposal, but that behind-closed-doors proposal puts the power firmly in his pin-striped suit.
It's altogether too cute to say their 38-page coalition agreement's become 33 because some frugal official decided to reduce the font size. If that was truly the case even his eyesight would struggle to consult their Bible, which will need to be done from time to time over the next three years, although the power will always be indelibly etched on his political brain.