"Why, We daresay our soon-to-be nuptial bliss could very well birth new stars into the firmament," you continue in a tone of wry musing. "Or perhaps craft new rivers and seas with the sheer... abundance of our joined devotions." A rich chuckle rumbles up from your chest at Luna's visible shudder. You can practically see the gears turning behind those half-lidded eyes, imagining all the delirious, sweat-slicked delights your words promise.