Despite how lovely this moment is, Alfred's stomach drops a little at the scream - he can feel the wave of panic, too, coming off the poor villager in there, getting -

Not the time to think about it. He kisses Herbert back, letting himself be pulled away.

"I would love that, Engel. I would wear it proudly. Legal marriage doesn't matter to us, anyway - it isn't as if we're going to go to a church." A little laugh. "But maybe we can...have a little ceremony, anyhow. Just here, with...our family."

This is his family, now.

Besides, if he invited his father, that would go over like a lead balloon, now wouldn't it?