“Rings do seem like the obvious choice.” There was a reason that mundanes had been using them as symbols of commitment for so long; they were simple and unobtrusive yet easy to see without needing to flaunt them. “Perhaps a bracelet, if it was a tight enough bangle that it didn’t hang too far from your wrist.” He was considering some magical options, and though he would naturally imbue any gift with every protective charm he knew, it would be a cumbersome spell to make it not catch on an enemy without also being difficult to prevent it from slipping away from Alec during a fight.

Magnus nodded, bottom lip pressed to the rim of his wine glass as he contemplates Alec in his gear. “Yes, I love how strong and self-assured you are when you wear it.” Half of the appeal, along with the stunning figure Alec cut in all-black leather, was the aura he gave off while wearing it. “And I love the formal suits to contrast your usual attire, which I also love.” The pattern was clear: Magnus loved clothes as long as Alec was wearing them, or more accurately, loved Alec in any clothes. Muffling a groan into his forkful of food, Magnus focused on chewing so he wouldn’t choke; Alec in lace shorts sounded like something out of his own dark dreams. “You’re already giving me ideas for later tonight.”