He laughed at her response, nodding his concession. "Very well, but behind closed doors, in times like this, I want to see your hair down. You say that only a ladies husband should see her like this, aren't I soon to be your husband?" He asked the question with an obvious facade of innocence, a large smile on his face ruining the illusion. Still, it was a curious point he raised, or atleast Marken thought so. He was marrying her, after all, and they were both clearly... In love with each other, even if Marken didn't want to admit it.

No, it wasn't that he didn't want to admit it, it was that he was embarrassed to tell Ella. He was embarrassed to speak it outloud, and she didn't seem to quite catch on through actions. Still, he would treat her as such, even if he didn't say it physically, there was nothing that said he couldn't act like it. A large smile crossed his face at her next words. So she was losing control of her actions in his very presence. He gently pulled her face to be only inches from his own, speaking in a calm, soft voice.

"That's called love Ella. Makes the mind weak, and you can't let it guide you through it. Only option is to simply do what your instincts and emotions tell you. Which is why I'm going to do things like this to you," He would suddenly lean in and press his lips to hers, allowing the kiss to linger for several seconds before breaking it apart. "All the time. Because I love doing them, and my emotions tell me that it's a good thing to do. Any questions?" He'd offer her a warm smile, his face once again only inches from her own.