Him being logical makes her whine and struggle impotently beneath him. "I don't want to let you go ring shopping, I want to make out with you!" She pouts, disliking having to choose, wanting the best of both worlds. "But I also want to marry you tomorrow morning, with the sunlight streaming through the windows of the church and flowers in my hair. Do you think we'll be able to find a priest to marry us on such short notice?"