Clover beamed at Karen kissing him on the forehead, his tears of joy dried by now, and scampered out of the room at her direction. Frederic turned to his fiance and drew her close to his body, smiling as he tucked his head into her shoulder. At her words, he lifted his head and nodded, his smile quirking up at the corners. "I was just thinking the same thing, lovely." He kissed her cheek. "And I must admit..." He winked at her. "I feel no shame in my excitement." His gaze softened. "Though I would like to do things however you want them. I suppose you might not want a public wedding, considering the situation?"