"You're very clever." Kiss. "I'm sure there will be details to figure out once we're underway, but this is probably solid enough to bring to some professionals who know how to launch charitable campaigns like that."
Snuggle! And an amused Adarin. He is pretty sure he knows where this is going. Snuggle.
When was that, again? It's not soon enough.
If he doesn't want to wait that long he may as well inform Isabella now while she is draped bonelessly over him.
"I think that I might be a bit impatient about marrying you," he says fondly, snuggling his lovely fiancée. "I'm a bit bewildered, I'm not usually impatient about things."
"Oh gosh. Well, I'm flattered to be one of the select few things you're impatient about. What do you want to do about that?"
He laughs. "We can change the wedding date, or I can ignore the alien sensation and keep on being delighted with you, either one. Depending on your preference."
"Sooner!" says Adarin brightly. "I am not picky on the when, but I seem to want it to come sooner."
"Because at some point we have to actually issue invitations and then it will get much harder to change the date."
"Mhmm," he agrees. "I'll stick to half-anniversary. You might just need to distract me more if I get impatient and start talking of eloping like a madman."
"Yes, that's why it's your responsibility to distract me if I start talking about it."
"Okay. Gosh, I wonder how I shall distract you. Sex just seems to get you thinking about it, apparently."
He laughs. "Immortality projects! Except talking about those will lead to sex, so I suppose we will start a vicious cycle. Of large scale altruism and sex."