His features are feral for a brief moment, like the being he'll someday host, before he laughs aloud and pulls her in for a long kiss, her body against his.

"This is the part where I admit I was undressing you mentally when Father Fitzgerald was doing the ceremony right? Like, between you me and God - sorry God - you are the most beautiful thing on the earth right now Amen."

His hand goes to her breast with the ease of an expert, teasing the flesh there before withdrawing, "...I don't want to RIP that dress."