Yes, now this is ideal. Ursula snuggling, no bickering over things Ceodore knows full well they cannot control, no looming threats to the peace. He runs one hand up and down her back while resting the other on her head. "I do now."

For all that he's come great strides in making his own peace with himself and shaping his own destiny, sometimes there are still twinges of the latent inferiority. Hearing a reminder certainly goes a long way to banish them again.