He didn't think she'd cry, even if they were happy tears. He hadn't known her to be this emotional before. Maybe it was because he'd died. "Ooof!" he yelped, some of the wind knocking out of him as he fell back, arms wrapped tightly around her. "Yes, you get to be Remy Stark, mistress of the house." He wiped at the tears on her cheeks, then kissed them and her lips, hand smoothing through her hair. "Glad you like it. Custom made just for you, sweetheart." And he kissed her over and over.