It was a good stretch of just Drake talking, Ephemera's little acknowledgements here and there, a tiny fond smile while they run through the progress. But as soon as he says he's got that one last idea the other man straightens, offers to help just like he did when Drake first said he needed this. Like he's offered more times than Drake could count at this point -- Ephemera has always been there for him, always had his back. Maybe this kind of gesture is too much, or too unexpected, but he doesn't have a single doubt that it's worth asking because he's sure. They've already promised to stick together, made hypothetical plans for every scenario they could come up with so this could work, because they work. Insane as it seems.

Maybe, in the face of all that, a little circle of metal doesn't mean much. But Drake nods in response to the question, voice low and calm, that soft smile still on his face.

"I've probably got plenty for the deal so there's no pressure, but... I think you can, yeah. Just a second."

Drake nudges his chair back enough to stand, but doesn't move more than a step over so he's got a little more space both to dig his hand into his pocket... and to kneel. When his fingers uncurl there are two rings in his palm, solid bands of silver and black respectively, a spiraling infinity style pattern in the opposite color across each of their broad surfaces. There's no hesitation in his movements as Drake picks up the black one and tilts his head up to meet Ephemera's gaze, presenting it between his thumb and forefinger.

He doesn't actually say anything, doesn't ask in the traditional sense, but he's on one knee holding up a ring and his eyes are shining hopefully. This is obvious, right? It's too bad that even if he gets a yes his own emotions won't add to the meter.