He takes the half-sphere first to pull the ring out, and the puts it down so he can hold her hand with one oversized mechanical hand and his warmer one actually slipping the ring onto her finger. He won't let her go after that, though--he slips his fingers between hers, his black-lacquered nails on pale fingers contrasting with her tanned skin as he gives her an assertive squeeze.

For all of this talk about not following the standard, at the end of the day, he still gets to wear his ring on the correct hand.

"Ta breaking conventions," he declares with a grin -- a contented one, not one of the ones that threaten to break his face. But a beat of realization hits, and his grin falls into one of startled realization as he lets her hand go.

"What am I doin'?! I can't toast without a drink." It's a more subtle joke than his usual, but the silent punchline is screaming in his joker's smirk: breaking conventions, indeed. "Autta get somethin' ordered before they kick me for loiterin', yeah?"

Not that Fareeha's habitat would ever kick him out.