Amelie was a hard person too read, harder than Pansy and a lot of that was due to the fact that he had very little knowledge of her. Still, he didn’t let her less than enthused attitude falter his own excitement at the idea.
“I just thought that, as our daughter, you might like to know.” He said softly, “I know we haven’t spent much time together, and I would like to change that. I also thought that you know your mother better than anyone could possibly know Pansy, and I figured that... Could you help me pick out a ring? I want it to be perfect, and really? I’m kind of a slouch when it comes to jewelry. It... seemed like something you would know. If you want of course.”