Quentin looked pointedly down at the ring on her finger, and then up to her face again. He thought there was rather a lot to talk about, however he didn't miss what she was trying to say - or the fact that she covered the ring up with a spell.
"I don't know," he said, glancing over his shoulder as he heard the sound of coffee dripping and went over to pour himself a cup. Turning over a navy blue mug and pouring some in.
"In order to keep a secret, one usually needs to know what that secret is," he noted as he added a bit of milk and a bit of sugar, stirring it about.