[ He feels guilty just looking at her. He lets that emotion come out as a bashful grimace as he sits on there communal sofa and pats the cushion beside him ]

Annie, You’re a goddess right now. Lucifer himself wouldn’t be worthy to make you the Queen of Hell… I can’t walk beside you in anything I own.

[ He flips through his sketchbook for her, showing his drawings of long stylised men and women in elaborate costumes. ]

Annie… [ He looks away from her, working up a blush and letting go of the last of his dignity ] I’d like to have a special costume as well. I’m sorry. You deserve to be wed right now.