[This is more difficult than he thought it would be. Quite frankly, he's tempted to call the whole thing off and bolt, make up some excuse. This is all King's fault--if he hadn't brought the subject up.

He continues to fidget, shifting away from the other. His gaze is firmly fixed upward, at the sky.]

... Spoke with King. Friend of mine. He... wanted to know about... about our... How we...

[The next words come out in kind of a rush, before he can stop himself.]

... if we have a similar custom to their "marriage."