That's worlds apart from the reaction he expected, but in retrospect, he really should've known better. He smiles, self-consciously relieved. "That's what I think."

He steps inside, moving to the bedside table and reaches into the uppermost drawer. He fishes out a ring, turns it over in his hand, and shoots a thoughtful little look Andrew's way.

"Only problem is... It's stupid, but I just can't find anything to wear that doesn't clash with the faux face."