"Neither of us need wear a dress, dearest. This is the 21st Century, after all." Zira answered. "Besides, darling, isn't that a bit sexist of you?" Zira took the box, and opened it to reveal the ring, as perfect and shiny as the day it was placed on the velvet.
He gasped at the shock of its beauty. The design was intricate, intimate, and very decidedly Crowley. "Did you design it yourself, Deminian?" He thrust the box back at Crowley, insisting the demon take it and put it on his finger.