I try seeing things from George's perspective (Pink Trigger's Power >199)

I remember back to those spectacles in Professor Ootsuki's laboratory. From what I recall, George's eyesight is actually decent, even when he doesn't wear glasses. Therefore, his reason for wearing them is just to cultivate this new persona: the suave, handsome gentleman who treats Shannon like the only girl in the world. I feel sadly as though it would take me far more than one night to put in the same level of perseverance that he did to shed his old self and become a man worthy of Shannon.

Luckily, I don't need to. Concepts like fair play mean nothing to a demon like Hip. If George has done the good work for me, then what is the point of redoing it? Once the wheat is ready to harvest, does it get any say who it is that holds the sickle? With this and other such metaphors in my mind, I held aloft the pink pistol I'd summoned, then reshaped it. It narrowed, stretched, then lost its glow, until it had become a simple pair of pink-colored spectacles. A bit gaudy, but that was just another persistent curse of that irksome witch who brought me here.

Keeping to the shadows of the rose garden, I placed the glasses upon the bridge of my nose, pushed them up with two fingers in that intellectual way that glasses-wearers love to, and ignored the rain around me. I can see it... Ah, this is fine television. With these, I can see through George's eyes.

He he... With these, I'll see a close up face that Shannon would never show to me. That's right: the face of an enraptured lover. Her pink cheeks, her curious eyes, her lips, slightly parted, ever wrestling with that eternal question: should I say it, or should I let him say it? With these wonderful glasses, even an ageless, crooked demon like myself can be the target of an 18 year old girl's love...

Of course, I remember how the rest of this event goes. It's very sweet, of course, but the problem is this: these two lovebirds feel they have the rest of their lives ahead of them. They have no way of knowing that tonight could very well be the last night they spend together in this mortal world. So while I have to applaud George- his move was very bold, to be sure- a proposal is not enough. I need no less from him than the consummation of the marriage in order to feel satisfied. Sexually satisfied and satisfied as a demon of love, of course.