Watson smiles again as he pauses to wring out the cloth, because that sounds so very much like a proposal of marriage. Maybe it is, in some sense or another, but he's aware of how he and Cerrit do not always speak the same language in these matters. If they did, they would have had considerably less trouble getting to this point. He could interrogate the point if he wanted.

But the details don't matter. He understands. What he says, instead, is, "What a lovely way to put it. Yes, that is what I want as well, minus the feathers. I do think we already fit together rather nicely, for what it's worth."