Azirapale flopped weakly on his couch, still exhausted from yesterday’s adventure. “So War and I road the tea cup ride and the wedding march started playing. She then informed me that we were now married according to the laws of her people…” The angel shivered all over. “Could someone check the legality of that? I don’twantto be married to War!” His voice took on a whining tone and he looked pitifully out into the depths of cyberspace.
Azirapale’s screen lit up.
“I can assure you, that whatever marriage War may have submitted you to was not legally binding,” said Jarvis smoothly, “unless, of course, there was some sort of officiant present.”