Eric's eyes crossed over to the preacher for the first time since Baba had turned to him, and he returned that smile. It wasn't the most elegant of speeches, but he appreciated the humor behind it. He knew that it was being taken seriously despite the jokes.
He drew his new wife close and bent, touching his lips to hers. With a quick movement, Eric also punctured the end of his tongue and offered the blood to her. It was done subtly, but no doubt there were noses that would smell it.
This part was a bit of ritual taken on cues from her. The way he'd seen her work some magic. It was likely unnecessary after everything else, but it felt like a nice finishing touch.