No way in fuck was Paul proposing right now, or anytime soon, and he'd have to be pretty toked out of his mind to even contemplate such a crazy idea. Even then, probably not. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Cassie away because of mythology bullshit and weird reflections. He really liked her and he wasn't going to ruin this. He was determined.
"Don't worry, I get it," he laughed softly and didn't care about the office setting right now. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her forehead briefly. "Let's just keep doing what we're doing. And we'll go on another fucking date." They had so many things to do, after all! He wasn't going to let her forget about chicken kelaguen or her mom's amazing ribs.
No earthquakes. He wasn't thinking about those either. Not one bit.