[Well, if that isn't an invitation...! He snakes his freed arm around her and nuzzles in, breathing an unvoiced laugh into her hair.]

Grandmother, what long and noodly appendages you have. [He switches to a growly, wolfish voice.] All the better to smoosh you with, my dear. Wrruff wuff wuff.

[He punctuates the last with a kiss against her temple, then holds on, happy even though his heart's sitting in his mouth. After a moment, he asks softly:]

When do you want to get married?

[...]

Is what I wanted to ask you.