Oh she had hit the nail on the head with the last one. Obviously, he had thought about it. She knew him too well to think he was anything but a romantic. And, yes, she had thought about it as well. She had thought about what they would do if they were married - never about the actual ceremony. That would have been silly and far too childish. But if they did ever 'tie the knot,' as it were, she expected they would probably leave the circus and never look back. But yes, she was fine with his past and fine with the werewolf. None of it mattered. "Let's not be that couple that tosses around things like that two weeks after making it official. At least a month. Come on now," she laughed, shaking her head.
Catherine nodded at his surprise, repeating, "Six million dollars. The world's richest spend that kind of money on books. Or desperate witches when I'm sent after a grimoire." She laughed at the way he scrunched his face, shaking her head a little, "I'm so not into feet. Don't do anything with my feet, okay? Except maybe a massage every now and again." Her grin only broadened when he asked that particular question, "You know perfectly well that you don't have to ask." They had both made that very clear in the beginning.
Her eyebrows lifted as he protested. They both knew the truth. She was his boss and always would be. But she knew it wasn't serious and he was simply protesting to save face. Catherine chuckled into the kiss, hands getting distracted as one lifted to settle on his cheek again. After a moment, though, she broke away to murmur, "But if you're lucky... I might still put on the corset and nothing but - if you're interested." Another wink and she tugged at the waist of his trousers, "Off." She couldn't very well get him naked on her own when he was sitting down after all.