“How could I laugh at you?” he murmurs, looking over the arrangements less to judge them and more to give himself time to think. “I don’t think it’s so different in Cyrodiil. Flowers, gifts, quiet dinners and night strolls along Lake Rumare. Adventures into the forest during the summer.”

Felix looks back at him with a grin and adds, “In Skyrim you just set an attractive suitor some dangerous task to prove their affection. If they succeed you marry them. Very straight to the point.” He chuckles. “We Imperials like to take our time a little more.”

Although. That does bring up something else, and he hesitates about whether to wait. Jim’s the expert on How Things Are Done on Earth, so he chooses to just come out and say it, “I wasn’t entirely certain how to play my part, but I did, ah. Bring something.”