Damn right it was, if the scent of vanilla wasn't warning enough that something along. Saying he loved and wanted to marry anyone much less a guy he barely knows should show that.

Though Rory's words were like magic to his ears. Likely the magic flowing through him. The half-demons blue eyes looked up into the others as if lost in them.

"Thank you Rory. I won't let you down." he muttered like a devoted cult member or something, his brogue drawn out like he was drunk though not a trace of liquor smell was on him just the annoying scent of the vanilla. EVen if he had laughed Doyle was too gone to notice.