[Oh he's still to blame at the very base of it; he's the one that got her into the mess of dealing with hormones in the first place. Of course he should suffer more shouldn't he, Emma?]

Ye jus--wha'? [Yeah, he doesn't want to say the wrong thing and get into deeper trouble for it. Otherwise he'd... No he really shouldn't do it. Should he?

Good lord he's second guessing himself, Emma. Thanks! Then a bright idea dawns on him...]

D'ye want me tae--[Propose; ask for her hand in marriage; call the registrar; call a bloody priest? Why can't you say this out loud, William Riley?--Does she want to be married immediately or can they just--plan ahead?] I--I dunnoe. [He swallows nervously, watching her, preparing for the worst.] 'M sorry, love.

[Yeah, that was a really bright idea, Detective. Apfft.]