[ He watches, holding his breath as Themis takes the ring. Delicately as he does. He knows the answer already. He thinks he does, anyways. But still. He can't help how he is. Only when the ring slips onto his finger at last. Only as Themis practically pounces on him, showering him in joy and affection, does Erich allow his own relief and joy to show as well.

Picking Themis up and spinning him around before pressing himself right back against the other man. Yes.

Yes. He will. Erich can't keep the laugh from his voice, the expulsion of some nervous energy in place of relief and elation. ]

That's the idea.

I made the ring myself... no help. My own creation magic. I wish I could say it didn't take me days on end to get it right but... it was worth it.

[ A soft kiss is pressed to his lips. ]

I guess we better get planning.