There's something sort of adorably intimate about it, the way her nose bumps his the way a couple of twitterpated teenagers might do and, for the first time in a long time, he almost feels like a twitterpated teenager. ...and it's nice.

"I do," he assures her with a grin. His nose brushes against hers again when he shakes his head to her question.

She hasn't said, but he's glad to hear it. "Maybe just now," he teases. "Did I mention how glad I am that you said yes?"