You see the pitiful man that's on his knees, smiling softly as he presents to you with the paper that showed the debt you owed all paid.

"Here it is, dove." His baritone voice called to you like the song of a mockingbird. "Will you marry me now?" His hazel eyes were full of hope as the commonly stoic and expressionless accountant looked up at you.

Perhaps you can make him do some other things for you and then you may marry him if you want to. After all, he won't suspect a thing.