He beams at her before looking down as he gently slips the ring on her finger. It fits perfectly, and Sam doesn't doubt that his own will fit just as perfectly too. Still, he gets to his feet, somewhat starstruck by the soft little smile she's got on her face. It makes her features gentle, softer, lacking that somewhat impish delight and humor at everything that Darcy generally totes about.

"I'd be more than willing, Mrs. Wilson." He murmurs back, holding his hand out for her to take and adorn with a ring. And then impishly, he grins. "Or are we going with Mr. Lewis?"