She hadn't taken Sam for the kind of man who gave impassioned speeches.  However, he was quite good at it.  He lost her a little bit with his explanation of his history, but she understood the meaning without following the words fully.  And, his tossing out a half-assed marriage proposal in the midst of it left Irene more confused than ever.  He almost sounded angry as he said those words.<br/><br/>And, then he kissed her.  In front of the whole town...anyone on the street able to see the Agent in a clutch with the bartender of the Saguaro...and sometimes courtesan.  In the midst of Sam's declaration, Irene's mind turned to the mundane; she hadn't paid for the food or anything else...  What a mercenary mind she had!<br/><br/>She grunted as he kissed her yet again.  Fine, she thought as he laid out her duty.  She knew it and she felt petulant and lilly-livered even thinking of not going into the Clerk's office.  She followed Sam; she had no choice as he kept hold of her hand.<br/><br/>"Psst." She planted her feet and hauled Sam to a stop before he could enter the building.  "Do it now.  Get the paper now, Sam.  I'm ready to do that now, even if facing the clerk has my knees watery.  But," she added with a finely-boned finger waving in the much taller man's face, "I fully expect a one-knee proposal at some point, d'you hear me?  And, I want a ceremony so Guinevara and the girls can get dressed up and come---they do love a party and they'll make it a fine one.  All right?  Do we have an accord?" she asked.