"I've been with girls who just wanted to have a little bit of fun and not do anything that'd ruin their futures, and if I'd ignored them when they said to stop that would be my fault, because they decided to trust me and I decided not to betray that trust and if I had the fault would be the betrayal, not the trusting in the first place -"

Rebecca sighs. "Well, I somehow managed to get married anyway and you're lovely, so my future wasn't ruined, I guess."

"Yeah." Squeeze. 

Snuggle, kiss.

"You know you can tell me to stop, right? And I will, always."

"Well, we're married, you don't have to."

"- hmm?"

"It's very sweet of you if you prefer to wait till I'm especially delighted about it," she assures him, "I wouldn't dream of complaining, but we're married and if you want me you can have me."

"It's not just preferring to wait until you want to, it's preferring you know I'll stop if you ask -"

Kiss. "Well, now I know."

"...okay."

Kiss.

"I'm so lucky to have you," she beams up at him.

"Hopefully someday you will have more reason to feel that way than 'rich and not a rapist'!" Kiss.

"You're also handsome and you're looking after Catherine and you sing like an angel!" she says.

Snuggle. "And you are very practical and very resourceful and know your own reasons for things and play well and sing well and adapt to new circumstances and were already thinking how to run a magic household well and get adorably charmed at things and are very patient with my family -"

Kiss.

What a good idea. 

But he's carefuler that she's excited about it and will pull away if he's not certain, after that.

She's pretty distinctly into it!

Oh good. 

He does commissioned enchantment work and practices wandwork with Timothy and tries magic music boxes - he can easily make ones that don't need winding, but anything more useful than that is slow progress.