[A dream wedding. He can only begin to wonder what that would look like, never having thought about the details of something like that at all himself. Knowing him, he'd stress and worry over it for the weeks and months to come to make sure everything was perfect and that it would be the picturesque wedding for his lovely Yoimiya, who deserves to have the nicest wedding she could ever wish for. It makes him wonder if he'd be the bridezilla in this situation, but he supposes once it actually happens he'll find out. Luckily for his subordinates back in Teyvat, it would happen here so they would be spared of his wrath.

Taking her hand, he pops up onto his own feet, debating if he wants to take a bath or not. The hot water would definitely soothe him into slumber, and he hums thoughtfully as he considers it.]

Let's. We can soak for a while and slip into bed. I'm a little too tired to do much else, [he admits, stretching his arms out now when he thinks more about going to bed.]

I can scrub your back, and maybe attend to you in other ways, if you wish.

[Tartaglia shoots her a sly wink, letting what that might mean hang in the air.]