Trent had almost pulled his touch away when he'd felt Callidora tense, fully expecting a snarl or to be snapped at, but then she seemed to relax and was content enough to let him touch. And touch he did, happily so. Give Trent an inch and he'd take a mile, that was just the way he was.
A moment passed and Trent lifted his gaze to catch Callidora's, a smile catching his lips when she concluded that he could call her Calli. "Calli it is."
He tapped his fingers against the ring until he secured his touch around his coffee instead, lifting the cup to his lips so he could take a small sip. "I do like your ring, it's pretty cool." And fitting, suiting even, wouldn't look good on him, but it did on Callidora. "Many huh?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him. "Are they all like this one? Or different?"