"Think on it." He pulls a carved box out of his pocket. He has always been good with his hands even before he knew he could control magnetism. Anything he did with metal in his hands was a work of art.

Nestled inside are rings that he has shaped with his powers for her to be married in. Wreaths of intricate vines and leaves made of several different metals to give it color and shading lay there. In the ring meant to be hers is an emerald.

"It matches your eyes."