[ He pulls back enough to boop her nose chidingly before tipping her head up in his direction, fingers catching her chin between them. ]

Hilda Valentine Goneril, you listen to me. It will have everything sentimental attached to it, because it will have been crafted by you, by your own hands. We’re not going to talk about the hat, we’re going to let it rest in peace wherever it ended up. This is different. I want to wear a piece of your jewelry. I want something to symbolize both the people I like.

Besides. [ He presses a kiss to the tip of her nose now before playfully nipping at it with his teeth. ] I am not nice.