Subtly, Astarion began to look around them at the people passing by them, noting that none of them were sporting the gems. An easy way to differentiate locals from, mm, imports, he supposed, like themselves. He looked back at Lioriley with a small smile, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead, just above the diadem. "How lucky for us that the gem goes so well with your coloring, darling," he remarked, setting his own ring on his right hand to turn it into a ring. Because of course he did. "Lovely. Now, shall we pick a direction and see what we see, love?"