"We are married," she points out, lifting her left hand and waggling her fingers.

It's obvious that Cougar's not joking, though, deadly serious as he stares into her eyes. She feels pinned, like a butterfly on a display board, having all that laser-like focus turned straight on her. "Wait, you mean like, for-real for-real?" she asks, her voice quiet, although she's fairly certain she knows the answer. Cougar doesn't joke when he's got that look on his face.