"What's someday?" Antonin said with a laugh. "Remember when we talked about getting married? Tomorrow, or whenever you want."
"Whenever you want, m'lady," he offered her a quick toast with his mug, "always, whenever you want. With a host mother to do the actual carrying, we have years, yet." He set his mug down, and gathered Morag into a hug. "Always, whenever, if, whenever you want."
"Whenever your womanly instincts tell you the time is right."