"So," wonders Blair, a little over a week later, "how attached are you two to the house?"
James laughs and kisses him on the nose then grabs his clothes from his wife and puts them on.
Yvette giggles as she gets her own clothes on, then hugs Alexei when all of that's taken care of.
"So I motion that we make a point of one or both of us touching Alexei at all times, and that preferably we both stay around him. At least for now. Since he's still getting settled in this whole 'being mated' business." She nuzzles him and pets his hair.
"I believe that's two in favor, and that means we have a majority! If you disagreed you've been overruled, love." She winks at James.
"Aurene will have enough trouble connecting to ordinary human society without us making nudity taboos a foreign concept to her! Besides, Blair won't come anywhere near us without clothes, if we made a habit of not wearing them he might get fed up and leave entirely. Do you want us to lose our tracker, James?"
"The shirt is negotiable," agrees Yvette, fondly. She grins at Alexei when he kisses her, and zips forward to kiss the very end of his nose.
"And it seems like our dearest daughter is up," says James before vanishing to go upstars. Yvette seems to have Alexei's touching needs well in hand.
She does! Behold how she wraps her arms around him to snuggle him aggressively before he can get sad about James being gone for under a minute.
"Would you like a ring?"
"So it seems exceptionally silly to go running off to get officially married just for the sensibilities of the humans around. But, I like having something of James's on me at all times, telling everyone that I'm his. And if you're the same, then I will absolutely make you a ring here and now and you can wear it around forever."
"All right. It will be done, darling." She kisses his cheek, and then fishes out a small lock of her hair to begin braiding it. Call her a romantic, but it seems fitting, even if the end result will be transmuted into something less flimsy than hair.
"And I expect James will want to do something like this too, and is entirely free to ask for help from his witch wife, but somehow I expect he'll want to figure something out himself." This is, of course, said at a volume that James can hear.
Yvette rolls her eyes fondly as she finishes braiding the small lock of her own hair. Then she takes Alexei’s hand to wrap the lock around his ring finger. Once properly arranged, it’s transmuted to a lovely rose gold. She needs to do a bit more cleanup, like where the two ends met, and making sure the ring is solid instead of thin strands of rose gold, but! The form of the ring is there. If Alexei likes it, anyway.
“I’m going to want to tidy it up a bit more, but. What do you think, darling? Pretty enough for you?”
He does his best to stop vibrating while she's fiddling with the ring, and when she asks if he finds it pretty he nods several times in a row and then immediately tackles her.
He pulls away a bit and blinks in confusion for a second before remembering why, and then just whines thinly and pathetically.
“Aw. Poor man.” She pets him, amused. “This does give us the opportunity to know about each other in more than a carnal fashion, though. I love you and want to know all about you.”