Lancelot grins, helplessly, at her for a moment -- she looks so terribly good, and she knows him so well. Well enough to reference one of the moments he's been thinking of for months, since he first starting trying to figure out how he might surprise and treat her as they neared the mark of one year since they determined they would proceed with one another.

Then he steps in and kisses her cheek, murmuring, "I'll not complain. I am happy to pay it."