He only gave her a look when she said she he'd never even asked her yet (ignoring that it was, in fact, pretty much true) and took care of the monies a moment before Michelle was confiding, in stage whisper, with the still very much unconcerned shopkeeper. It was her last words that had him fighting to keep a grin from taking over his face which he failed at miserably.

The shopkeeper couldn't bag up the stuff he'd just purchased fast enough and he grabbed the bag before she could even set it on the counter tearing out of the shop after Michelle and, without giving a concern of the much heavier traffic on the main road of the small town, he dropped the bag and grabbed her around the waist from behind, pulling her up against him.

"Fine then," he said, "if you're going to make this all difficult and stuff." Letting her go, but grabbing her hand in the process and pulling her about to face him, he held her gaze and gave her a broad smile. "Michelle Darling, give me the honour of calling you my girlfriend."