The crone stepped closer to him, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips before stepping away to pull on a cotton shift, nothing very fancy. She settled down on the bed, curling up in the quilts that were quite possibly made by her own two hands.
"Then bonding you to my cabin should do rather well, unless we need a witness. Then sadly you will not have that. Unless the cabin can be artifact and witness." She stared at him for a moment then smiled, patting the space near her to be close.
"If it must be grand, unavoidable, then something in the park. A festival perhaps. Something where many will drink, many will dance, sing, fuck. Something to make a member at a Bacchanal blush. Or is that too much?" She smiled over him, her hand brushing back and forth over the quilted fabric, her ring glinting a little in the limited light.
"Or shall we throw a bash at your club? Something amazingly huge?" She laughed softly.