You could sing it here. Or we can book a karaoke room later.

( not that he can't sing it in front of others, but a part of her feels... possessive? that she should be the only one who can have this side of sylus, to enjoy that ease and happiness, because it occurs to her that he has so few outlets for release and relaxation.

my dragon.

the thought comes suddenly, unbidden, a twinge in her chest that surprises her. back to the gem, however, her mind is turning over the potential cost; she is no jeweler, but even she can admit that the artistry of the earrings is exquisite. instinctively, she takes his hand, slotting her fingers through his and squeezing gently.

she doesn't stop there, because she's lifting their joined hands up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss, and another to his knuckles, eyes lidded. she's pretty sure the earrings cost more than her house, if his spending habits and frankly obscene wealth is anything to go by. )

They are beautiful, thank you. I'm going to have to put them in a safe. What if I end up losing them too? I might have to burn the world down.