He would say it again straight away, but his lips are otherwise occupied. So far as he knows, there's no hurry to alter that state of affairs too quickly.

But eventually he pulls back, that very private smile still so legible on his face.

"I adore you. I love you. You said yes, we're to marry, and I, my love, am the world's luckiest man, and I know this in my heart."

Even with tangles in his hair, one thing is perfectly clear and fluid. "I adore you."