Well, someone was touchy. "You sure sound it," Cleon said with a touch of sarcasm. "Well, congratulations. I wish you a lifetime of the happiness you deserve." He didn't think he would ever be fond of Greengrass and he had long had the feeling that the sentiment was mutual. Well, that didn't bother him any. He didn't know if he believed the whole thing about a coat closet or whatever the rumours had said but it was hard to really fathom what had happened. The end result was the same: the man was getting married. "Is your blushing bride with you?"