[Worry aside, there's no helping his chuckle as he realizes what she's doing. He even bends slightly to make it easier for her to set the crown on his head.]

If I'd known I was coming to my coronation, I'd have worn a nice dress for it.

[Gently, he takes both her hands, holding them firm in his own.]

We're going back to my flat now, alright?

[Without moving in any conceivable way, they're suddenly standing in his kitchen. It currently smells like freshly baked scones, because there's a dozen of them sitting on a wire rack on the counter.]