[Hahaha... Somehow, mysteriously, Sebastian completely forgets to answer the first part. Oops.
He takes a moment to fix his tie. Don't ruin his looks, please. But all right, Time wants poetic nonsense? Here:]
Ahh, so my treasured wife wishes for a husband worthy of having her celestial, star-sprinkled gaze rest upon him? A husband to match her divine beauty?
[If she's going to be completely unsubtle and dramatic, he can out-poetic nonsense her easily, okay.]
She needs but ask. Her wish, his command, after all.