Rory was half a tick from arguing, but then thought better of it. "Yeah, Mr. Pond. I mean, let's face it, we know who wears the pants in this relationship." Not like he wore skirts. It was a metaphor.
Unless you counted the Roman thing, but Rory certainly wasn't about to.
"Remember, I've done this bit before. Say I do, then marry the girl of my dreams. Pretty simple, really."