“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says fondly and presses a kiss to the side of her head yet again. Still chaste and fond and he can’t even bring himself to kiss her on the lips again like he’s done after the dance.

“My darling,” he tries yet again and nods, he likes that one more. “You still go by the black widow though? So I guess you’re still my widow huh?” He asks curiously hand trailing back down her back til he has his hands on her hips like he could pick her up at any moment.

“Any reason why you chose to keep the same name?”