He waited as she took her time, wondering as she did if she would find this much fun in torturing him all the time for he never once doubted that she was going to agree; even in Puddifoot's when he'd lost his temper he'd somehow known that she wouldn't let that get in the way of their growing bond. A rare person she was.

When she finally shoved the little silver box back into her pocket and beamed up at him, he laughed and slipped his arms comfortably about her waist, the falling snow and the passersby watching them.

"You really are too much, Michelle," he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her nose. "You keep me on my toes, ya know. And that's saying an awful lot."

A catcall from one of his friends across the way and a comment of 'get a room, will ya?' had him grinning as he looked towards the voice and yelled out a cheers before he turned his attention back to Michelle and gave a waggle of his brows. "A room yeah?"

Yes, he enjoyed teasing her.