A werewolf boyfriend giving you a quick kiss while he steals a couple fries off your plate is the same as a dog doing tricks for table scraps you cannot change my mind.
Everyone knows that Wriothesley is practically one of the most influential people in the entirety of Fontaine, and he has to kneel for no one. Few people are important enough to warrant such a thing from someone of his rank, after all.
So imagine your surprise one sweet spring day as you take a lakeside walk with him on the surface, hand in hand, only to pause when you feel his hand slip from yours and hear his steps slow behind you. You turn, wondering if he's alright, only to find Wriothesley on one knee, a shy smile on his face and a dazzling ring in hand, the question of a lifetime together on his lips. His smile is nervous, just on the verge of shy as he kneels, asking if you'd do him the honor of having him as your husband.
Because hardly anyone is important enough to bring the duke of Meropide to his knees, but no one is as important as you.