Well, Doyle. You are clearly good and gone on whatever you've gotten yourself into. Well done. Well done, indeed.

He made himself shiver as if delighted, let his eyes fall closed.

"You're right. You're so right. Words do have magic. And that magic is strong."

He brought their foreheads together, breathing quietly, not quite leaning for a kiss.

"I love you too. Yes. I'll marry you."

He said, although he almost had to bite his own tongue to keep from laughing.