"Yes, you're my Carlito," she huffs, trying not to grin at him but finding herself unable to refrain from smiling at the look on his face. He looks so much younger when he grins at her like that, so happy and unselfconscious about it, it just lifts years off his face. "My Carlito, so you should stay here with me and keep kissing me, and not go off looking for a ring. I'm already wearing a ring. It'll do for now."