The barrage of kisses is good enough an answer to confirm for the angel that the message was well recieved. He could swear there's a while impossible swarm of butterflies in his belly at this point, as he feels both weak at the knee and overwhelmingly giddy about this development.

He said it. They said it. They're standing here as two people who've said these words and can say those words and mean it. And nobody can stop them. Nobody ever could.

He holds onto their arms, a very gentle grip, and he smiles. "Oh, my dear, I should've said it sooner, I-" But now isn't the time for apologies. They should have their place, sometime soon perhaps, but, right now, it's a celebration. "I love you so very much." He said it again. He can say it more times. Oh, it's thrilling.