With the topic of Pride decided on, Magnus turned his focus to the present date rather than a possible future; then again, Alec was talking about a different possible future at present. It was amazing that after they'd spent so long dancing around the topic of their future together they were finally able to imagine it together. "I don't want a diamond," he amended, imagining himself with a typical wedding ring that Mundane wives wore and shuddering slightly at the thought. "Warlocks rarely marry, so we don't have any traditions," he continued, and he assumed that Alec didn't need an explanation as to why. Most often, warlocks only married other warlocks, and even that was a bit of a rarity. And honestly, warlocks tended to be such solitary beings that they didn't have the strong customs that other creatures of the Shadow World had developed.

Mind shifting back to the topic of sweaters, he hummed while sipping his wine. "You look lovely in dark green, dearest. I hope you know that I love you in anything to choose, whether it's black sweaters or rainbow feather boas." Grinning at the thought of Alec wearing such a bold item, his eyebrows lifted as he had a thought. "You've already gotten more adventurous with fashion since we came here."