[Why are you looking at his nipples like that? Scandalous. Though clearly the warmth of his own gaze reciprocates Cy's feelings, fingers uncurling as his wrist is taken to stroke along Cy's jaw, cupping at his chin gently.]

I'd enjoy that too. Something permanent. Something that would heal, but that I'd carry with me everywhere, no matter where I am.

[There's a softer, subtle undertone of that solemn recognition — that they don't exactly have control over their presence in this dimension. And while he can't steer too far into the thought, because with it comes a slippery slope of dread and anxiety, this soothes it a little. A piece of Cy he can keep forever.

He's quiet, then, thoughtful.]

I suppose I'm going to ruin the surprise completely at this point, but... I wanted to make you a ring myself.