Beaming, Anne followed him, laying her head against his shoulder as his head fell back, curling more securely into him as her forehead pressed perfectly into the line of his neck.

"Sweetie, the day I'm not on the menu is the day I'm six feet underground." she sighed happily, poking his stomach ticklishly. "And even then, I'm yours if you're feeling ghoulish and kinky. We should discuss that, you know...if I'm truly mated to you for life, we ought to get married. It's really the most logical thing."