[He grins at her and pulls her in to kiss her, because holy shit he's getting married. Like now. Right fucking now.

Well- after he puts pants on. And they find some sort of person to perform a very fast ceremony. Untangling from her, he gets out of bed to put some clothes on, but he stops once he gets his boxers back on.]

You're not picky about what religion we're married under, yeah? There might be a cleric in the chapel. Someone's bound to be praying before we all go marching into battle.

[He's got some slightly nicer clothes. He should probably put those on, maybe? Oh god what does he do? Is this really happening???]