When they separated, Sorin shifted his right hand to his now-wife's cheek. Pulling away did not get him far; he was close enough afterwards that he could feel the woman's breath against his face when she spoke of their observers. Sorin briefly shifted his eyes in the direction of the congregation. His grin spread once more. "What a shame. Perhaps... we should away, that we may part from the gazes of the many. Shall we retreat to our home?" he asked, simultaneously offering his hand to the raven-haired woman. Should she take it, he would escort her down the aisle, and continue on the path toward Castlevania.