[He catches her eyes, lifts his hand to waggle his fingers. It's a simple band, silver, no inscription. It could easily be any ring from Tiffany's (because his taste is unquestionable), but he knows it was an engagement ring before it was a daylight ring. Vesper made it for him, not long before she killed herself.
Seeing in it catches on thoughts at the back of his mind, but his switch is carefully turned to off. He lets his hand drop again, and grins.]
spam.
Seeing in it catches on thoughts at the back of his mind, but his switch is carefully turned to off. He lets his hand drop again, and grins.]
What? We're not?
Now I am properly hurt.