He snapped his fingers. It sounded better than he expected, all crisp and loud against the hush-ceiling that winter cast over them like a globe. Lethe snapped her eyes to him and raised a claw to say something, but he interrupted.
"I've let you do enough tonight, Lethe. You've dragged everyone here for something you know isn't going to happen, I'm not marrying any of those girls."
She looked ready to attack him, so he decided the best course of action was to say something outrageous.
"Anyway, that one."
And he pointed at Vedette.
"What?" Lethe asked.
"I'm just going to marry that one."
"You're going to marry Captain Uthral."
"I don't see any reason not to."
And he walked right over to Vedette and put his shoulder into her thighs. He picked her up and started walking for the door back inside. It felt very bold and a bit hostile, but at least he didn't feel wobbly enough to drop her.