"C'mon... you have to be my pretty princess and all that bloody shit." He smiled and hugged her, now getting worried. "I can get you some decaf? It's not Ianto's, but you can have that? Or chocolate? Want some hot chocolate luv," he murmured, very worried.
"You'll get a massage. And then some," he whispered. They headed into the chapel and he kept his arm around her, worried and holding her tight. "Oi! Who do we have to pay to get married around here," he yelled.