Della's eyes widened- at first in some genuine surprise that that was what he'd decided to go with, then with faux shock at his proposal. "Oh, Bol..." She laid a hand over her heart and fluttered her lashes, sniffling dramatically. "Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!"
Her smile started to break through even before his did, and she snorted and gave his shoulder a quick shove. "Alright, eyes front, hubby. We've got an estate to crash an an asshole to kill."
In the back of her mind there was a niggling doubt, but she honestly wasn't sure if it was about the job or...well. Something else. Teasing was all well and good, now that she'd gotten accustomed to Bol's brand of humor, but there was something else, something bothering her about that particular joke...
It struck her, suddenly and with no warning, that Adrien had never actually proposed. They'd just sort of- sort of understood that they would be married; there wasn't even thought of another option?
How had she never thought of that before, never realized?
Della ducked her head and her grip on Bol's waist tightened briefly, nails digging in. Guilt lodged in her throat and she had an awful suspicion that she was going to cry. She didn't want him to notice; clearing her throat, she said quickly, "C'mon, get the lizard moving then, chop chop."