And there. Aleron's face blazes bright red at the mention of a Warden's constitution. It's not as if he were unaware of what goes on within a marriage, or been privy to some more raucous banter when Templars or Seekers were well into their cups. But it gives him racy thoughts about Bethany specifically and it's dreadfully improper right now.

But she's given him hope, and that drives away the awkward embarrassment of more colorful thoughts. All he's ever truly wanted out of life was to be loved, to be wanted. And now he's being offered a second chance at that life, a chance he means not to squander in the slightest.

Since he's yet to relinquish her hands, he lifts them both and leaves a chaste kiss on each of them. "Maker bless you, Bethany." Because invoking the Maker's name is a surefire way to squash naughty thoughts that he shouldn't be entertaining at the moment. "You won't mind?" Ah perhaps he should clarify himself before it's too late to do so. "Leaving the Wardens, that is." He's assuming that's the plan but they should actually talk about these plans. "Once we have children."