Humming in thought, Magnus squeezed Alec's hand before pulling it back so he could use it to eat his meal. The thought of having something that matched pleased him, too, not only because it was a traditional notion that felt like it would make their marriage equal to any other, but also because it would be an obvious mark of their belonging together. "I'd like something that matched, too," he said, already thinking about possibilities he didn't want to voice in case they ended up being impossible and thus disappointing.

The continued topic of Alec dressing up had Magnus interested even though he'd never given it much thought. He loved Alec, loved his terrible sweaters or his beautiful suits, because he cared more about the person wearing the clothes than any garments themselves. "I've never considered you wearing any particular costume," he said, clearing his throat because now it was like a floodgate had been opened in his mind and he was imagining several possibilities. "I like when you feel confident, and I wouldn't want you dressed as a woman." Not because he was opposed to that, but he sensed that it wasn't something that would interest Alec. "Unless you want to?"