"Hah." He looks up at her, then, an honest grin splitting his face. He's charmed by the comment. "Then allow me to be your sunshine, milady. Or failing that - your rain. I cannot promise that I'll always be radiant, but I can promise that I'll have adoration to feed you with."

He holds out his hand to her, then. It's a clear and rather courtly request for her wrist.