QUOTE : You’re proposing to me on horseback when we both smell of brimstone?” “It strikes me as romantic and memorable. Look here.” He slid it onto her finger, gave it a little tap. “See, it fits, as I said. You’ll have to marry me now.” She looked at the ring, back at him. “I suppose I will then.” He caught her in a kiss as sweet as it was awkward. “Hold on now,” he told her. And they flew.