"Actually she is my bride." I answer so quickly it takes me by surprise as well.  The man gives me a sly look, "Oh, pardon me, I see the old man has fine taste in women.  Now make your bride happy and give her a puppy." He gives me an evil grin.  I look at you.  "I must admit it is a nice little thing, but maybe after we get settled.  I think we have enough trouble caring for ourselves right now." I take you by the hand and walk you away.  "Sorry about the bride thing, I am not sure what took over me.  Guess the kiss and the cuddling.. I don't know.  Do you have to have the puppy?"  I know deep down if you say yes I cannot deny you, your face is too sweet and I would hate to think that there were no more kisses in my future.