René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

"And I like it, but I wouldn't mind a second," is all he feels compelled to point out. He doesn't want to move from his very comfortable position, but he knows he ought to in order to turn the oven on and prepare something. "It's not as if I'd take it out for good and wear nothing," he reasons, but grins when Aramis mentions his ring. He lifts it up to study in the light, smiling like an idiot. "This ring? This one right here? It's a lovely thing, chou, it truly is."