[Okay, so there's a small part of him that thinks she just wants to play house, which he can dig and it's not like commitment's that big of a problem, but there's something very visceral and real about this. The finality, he supposes. He is really staying here, running a club, and, God forbid, living in a house that he didn't steal.

And yet...]

C'mon, Jinx. How many times do I have to say it? [He leans over and touches her face, voice going suddenly serious.] I love you and I want you to be happy. If you want a house with a picket fence and irritating neighbors, then that's what we'll get. Okay?