He thunks his head back against the door. "Well, my religion says I should only marry someone part of the Church." He points out. "Father Frankie doesn't hold to that, but the Church is rather firm. I don't know your wedding traditions." He admits, easily. Later, he'll do research on Afghani Islamic customs, but right now, he's in the dark.

He sighs. "Father Frankie would marry us." He says, softly. "I don't know about your Imam, but it's an option."