He pulls her in close again, stealing her body heat for his front. His back will soon chill, he knows, but better she be warm than him - deserves the very best of everything.

He silent after she reinterprets his words. Is he asking that? Is he allowed to ask that? They've known each other for such a short time... but why does it feel so right?

It's that kiss that decides him, for it warms him all the way to his toes in a way that's not lust but something he'd be happy to sink into for eternity. As they break apart he sinks to the floor on one knee, looking up at her with wide adoring eyes that reflect the firelight.

"Annie Dyer," He takes hold of her hand in both of his own, cradling it gently, "Will you marry me? Here and now? Annie, I only intended to exist here, but you make me live. I want to be the one to always make you smile.