"So we're actually married?!" She didn't mean to sound so alarmed, she didn't want to insult him. But it wasn't as if they were, or had, or would. She was breathing a bit irratically now. Panicked, almost. Maybe a little excited.
It was hard to tell, at least would be for him considering he was carrying her and not looking at her, how she felt. She didn't know herself, either. An hour ago she was thinking about how nice it was to dance with him and how easy it would have been to take him someone were private. Of course she'd only been reacting to how he was acting with her and now.
"You're joking, aren't you? Not that I don't think you're not marriage material. Or that I wouldn't want to. or that I do. You're joking, aren't you Ithacles?"