A soft thunk, like his head is on the door, a sound that should have been fingers on the latch but didn't sound quite right.

"I'm..." A breathy admitting, the relief is soon, and something small and bright that she's actually accepting him in someway More Important than simply being married. "Not quite myself." And the door opens.

That's really all the warning he has for the fact that he's in the early stages of a draconic transformation, scales highlighting along his cheekbones, spine, in rough edges along his hands and arms. His full crown of horns is present, as is distinctly Wrong eyes.

... Dove has about two breaths to realize this before he is carefully reaching for her to press his mouth to hers.