"No," George said, smiling a little. "No, nothing like that. But you did say you wanted a ring."
He reached into his pocket to pull out a red ring. It wasn't one of the ones he'd looked at with Lust, because fuck Lust and her stupid lust-whammy and fondness for stabbing him. "I know you don't like to dress up very often, so I thought I'd get you something that would look good no matter what you felt like wearing. And it'll hurt it you punch someone with it. And it's copper, so you can sell it for some decent money if you want. And Lust said red was her color, but I really think it's yours. And-"