He took the bottle and read the cutsy label carefully. "It certainly seems to be very convincing evidence." Agravaine slipped it into his pocket and wrapped his arm back around Katie.
"Don't be," he said, hugging her tightly and leaning his cheek against her temple. "I'm not sorry at all." Agravaine just held her, reveling in the feel of her and singing surety in his bones that this was meant to be.
"Marry me," he breathed, "Not because of this but because we're in love and we are meant to be together in every way that counts."