[Waver smiles and tosses his hair back before part of it falls in his lover's face; curling against him as Iskandar's arm draws him closer. That? That sounds nice. He's slightly hungry (he's used to the feeling; the sensation of satisfaction will feel refreshingly new, he thinks) and he wouldn't mind food and some wine. Maybe even a smoke... but the appeal of it is staggeringly distant now, aside from the odd craving.

Three months cold turkey has loosed nicotine's hold on him and perhaps he doesn't need to resume the habit.]

I will never turn down any nice restaurant. Especially not now.

Just let me get dressed first. I want to - ... oh?

[Pointing out he's literally in his underwear and even if they're invisible to most mortals on the Near Shore, he'd still die of embarrassment (just... not as much... his king's been steadily knocking the shame right out of him) and he wants to look nice for Iskandar.

And Iskandar reaches for the nightstand, and pulls out a small black box, and Waver's mind suddenly, maybe irrationally, seizes because small black box, small black box... he knows what small black boxes usually contain and god (stop, Waver Velvet, you and Iskandar are both gods) there's a loaded subject and no... Iskandar is not asking that.

(and he'd blurt yes without thinking)

He opens it.]

I-I - it's beautiful.

[Flustering, red from head from foot, he traces the inscription, smile wobbling. “He whom love touches walks not in darkness”. It's not that, but it feels like that, and it doesn't matter because the promise of that is just as deep.

(He has a little black box for him too)

He slides the ring onto the ring finger of his left hand, grasping for further words, and instead hauls Iskandar into a series of kisses, pouring all his feelings into them so his lover doesn't need a link to know exactly what they are.]