Though I didn't love his method of expression, I did appreciate the thought and ended up replying blandly with a simple "thank you." 

Narrowing his eyes at me, he dragged me away from my father and son over to my tuxedo. Pushing me toward a chair, he huffed, "It's already bad enough that I am not allowed to be your best man or even throw you a bachelor party. Can you at least be a bit happier for me on your wedding day?"

I rolled my eyes as I leaned back into the chair. "I am ...