"I do."

Doc shifts and wraps an arm around her body, leaning in to whisper quietly, his forehead almost touching hers.

"You could be wearin' rags and still be the prettiest girl I ever seen. But don't you worry none 'bout that, I got a feelin' we'll manage t'keep your closet fine and full."

Her reputation will change, obviously. But that's to be expected.

"And I even promise that if y'want me t'git dressed up, too, I will."