Casey found himself smiling at the girl.  Woman, really.  His wife-to-be.  She was lovely, and put-together, and -at the moment- she was floundering over his bluntness. He dipped his chin in a nod.  "The trappings of romance have no hold over me.  Blessedly."  He rolled his eyes.  "Could you imagine the mess this would be if one of us were involved from the outset?"  He arched a brow.  "Messy.  No, I agree.  I'll likely not pursue anybody outside of the marriage."<br/><br/>He paused again as their drinks came, setting his tumbler on a coaster.  The waitress uncorked the bottle of red, and poured Evelyn a glass, before setting the whole of the bottle on the table between the pair.  The young wizard nodded a quick, "Thank you,"  as she departed, lifting the whiskey to his lips for a sip.<br/><br/>"I can cook nearly anything on a grill.  Baking's weak for me, but I can learn.  Maybe we'll take turns.  Cook and do dishes by the day."  His eyes turned to the table.  Marriage.  It would mean the end of certain freedoms he enjoyed.  But all endings made for new beginnings, and he was determined to make the best out of the situation.  When his gaze returned, there was a determined set to his icy blues.<br/><br/>"What do you want your wedding to look like?  Big, and fanciful with a thousand guests?  Small and private, at the courthouse?  Do you want to take a priest, or a magister out in the dead of night to be married beneath the moon and the stars?"