Drake gave Carys a slightly nervous laugh, covered by a long drink. If she was freaking out like this, in public, who knew what was going on in her mind. She was usually a little bit spastic, but not to this extent. Maybe she was just nervous about being out in public, Drake thought, wondering a little why she was jealous at all. Of course, that's what putting labels on things did, made people possessive and jealous and although it wasn't like Carys didn't have her own fair share of fans, they were just a little stranger and who in their right mind would try to intimidate Drake anyway? There wasn't a soul who could.

"How jealous," Drake asked with a bit of a laugh, holding his hand out to her elbow to make sure she didn't fall over. If she was having another bout of dizziness, this could all be explained away, but maybe she was just being her crazy self. Of course she was, Drake laughed a little bit as she pulled out the underwear and shook his head. Only Carys would stuff someone else's underwear into her purse and bring it to the biggest media event since they'd put the labels on this whole thing.

And then of course there was that little box. Drake had been in mid reach for the underwear to stuff it back into her purse with a joking laugh, but when he saw that, his face went a little white. Pale even, Drake wasn't usually someone that was shaken too much, but this was a little too much. He looked slowly down at the box, knowing what he did next was probably the most important ever. Of course Carys had looked in it, she was that kind of a person, he wasn't going to hold that against her though. He had only a few moments to make up his mind, but it felt like those seconds stretched forever. He had hidden it in that drawer, so that he wouldn't have to look at it, he didn't use it much, just a few old things that he didn't have the heart to get rid of.

As to why? Well he'd bought it on a whim, planning to do it before, dragging Carys out with the question of labels and what are we and surprising her, but she'd seemed so content and happy with that, Drake figured it could wait. But was it worth getting mad at her for snooping in a drawer, in a place he'd let her in and really he'd bought it for a purpose. And well, they wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of the media speculation either.

Drake crouched a bit, setting his drink down and scooping up the box containing his own designed ring in one quick movement. Instead of straightening up, he gave a tug on his pantlegs, shifting to one knee and smirking up at Carys, "You haven't have you?" he asked, amusement apparent in his voice as he cracked open the box. "So, I was thinking you should do something crazy and marry me."