"Figured as much, come to think of it" Louis abruptly lurches forwards, landing in a genuflection facing Mitsuru. Slowly, he begins to speak, struggling to adopt an approximated facsimile of a more refined manner of speech, though eventually succeeding in at least getting half-way there. "I know that I once said that you would have to have atrocious taste in men to marry me. I know that I once said that a week is far too short a time to fall in love. Yet, I also know that I am a lying fool who cannot be trusted to say anything even remotely truthful."
By now, his voice was soft, and his smile quite weary as he made eye-contact. With a flourish, he produces something from his right hand, something that glinted silver in the morning sun. That something was an asymmetrical pendant, forged from stainless steel and designed to be attached to a necklace. Inscribed upon it was rose with thorned vines trailing behind it. Closer inspection however makes it rather apparent that it possesses a more functional purpose. The rose and vines were formed using a fractal enchantment as a scaffold. Meanwhile, to a more experienced or knowledgeable eye, the shape of the pendant itself was reminiscent of a percussion lock mechanism's hammer, with the bolt hole acting as the location where a necklace was to pass through.
With a rather convincing semblance of nervous hesitation, he gently yet solemnly utters
"So, Miss Mitsuru Tomoe, will you marry me?"
It resembled a scene from a romance novel. Which was to say, poorly thought out and completely detached from reality. Nonetheless, it indeed did seem quite genuine if naive, at least, for anyone who hasn't spoken to Louis for more than five seconds. For those who have, well, it's rather obvious that he was lying with even more copious quantities of blatancy than when J. P. Garcia earned himself an Iron Cross. The fact that he was now trying to stifle his own laughter wasn't helping that either.