He keeps singing for a while because he's sure he won't mess that up. But eventually - hello, Rebecca.

Hello your holiness.

Come up here and sit with me.

She gets up and goes to kneel by his side.

He is totally successful at concealing a startled glance! - well. Mostly successful.

He reminds himself firmly that she is human and that she is sort of soon to be his wife anyway and he runs a hand through her hair. Very gently.

It has been two hundred years since you were last alive. If you would like you can be alive again, now, you and Catherine, in a safer world.

- or -?

You can stay here as long as you'd like. Or you can go back to whatever the last two hundred years were but it doesn't sound like there was much to them.

I don't remember anything about the last two hundred years, your holiness.

I'm not an angel. I'm just here because I asked for you to be resurrected and promised to provide for you once you were.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

Of course. He runs his hand through her hair again. 

Shiver. I would very much like to be alive with Catherine again, sir.

Oh, good. I can take you home once you're ready, then. There is a very faraway but legitimately Catholic church that will marry us.

Really?

Yes. It was harder to find one that was all right with my being from a different world with a different god than to find one all right with you, really, the Church decided a long time ago that sacramental marriage was for any Catholics who wanted to enter into it.

Thank you sir.

Of course. - I can read minds. Do you want - no - would you like - no -

- I would like to read yours so I know exactly how to take care of you.

Shiver. Yes sir.

(She is assuming he's a psion; she's been assuming that what with the telepathy since she was told he was not an angel. It has not even crossed her mind that being brought to life (with her baby!!!! who is okay!!!!! and who she can feed!!!!!!!!) by someone who can absolutely pass for an angel and wants to marry her might not be awesome. It is obviously awesome.)

Okay. That's - okay.

He pulls her into his lap and kisses her. 

Oh gosh he is so strong he could probably pin her to a wall without her feet even touching the ground and not even be tired by the time he was done with her. She squirms enough to set sleeping Catherine down on the grass (such heavenly convenient grass) and then throws herself unreservedly into melting in his lap.

aaaaaaaaahhh yes he could do that - and it does not involve any Skittles or prisons or whatever the fuck fireplay is, what a relief - and she's so happy, she's so happy, he holds her close and hums and thinks about how glad he is that she is so happy -

Flicker of wondering about whether he will wait till he has good and married her before nonkissing things happen but it doesn't do much good to worry does it and he's so cozy to be held by -

Kiss. "It's important to you to be married first."