Magnus nodded, fingers twitching with the desire to conjure up a spellbook so he could research immediately, but that would be both rude to Alec and probably alarming to the other restaurant patrons. "There are jewelry designs that would slip free without the need for a spell," he mumbled as he thought about how the magic could be put to better use. Humming, eyes glazed as he considered the possibilities, he snapped back to the conversation with a bright smile. "Yes, silver. Surprisingly the more rare of the popular precious metals. I always found it curious that Nephilim wore gold for weddings but the rings are silver." He smiled, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the Lightwood ring on his finger. "But there's a poetry to sealing a union with a metal with hidden value."

Giving Alec a searching look, Magnus shook his head. "No, I don't miss it. It was a thankless job. No offense," he added, considering that all of the people how had hired him without a hint of gratitude had more often than not been Shadowhunters. "Being the High Warlock didn't shield me from discrimination. Actually, it often gave me a front-row seat for it." Smiling, he brushed a finger along the inside of Alec's forearm. "Besides, I can be useful here. We both can."

His eyes traced the blush that spread over Alec's face and down his neck, turning him an adorable shade of pink. Magnus sighed, pleased that he could still have that effect on his husband, and confident it wasn't embarrassment since he hadn't raised his voice high enough for anyone else to hear him. "You'll do it without even trying, gorgeous," he said with a wink before laughing brightly.