He stills as his thumb bumps over her nipple, the ring an unfamiliar texture, and draws back just enough to see it for himself. The gold is bright against her tanned skin, the metal warm between his fingertips, and he's transfixed by the sight.

"Oh, these are interesting," he murmurs, the words a soft little rumble in his throat. Percy gives one of the rings an experimental tug, not hard, and his gaze rises to Vex's face. His pupils have gone wider, the green of his eyes overtaken by darker desire. "We're going to have a lot of fun with these, one of these days."

If there's more than just this sun-dappled afternoon, at least. Doubt might creep in later, but while it's just the two of them in her bare bedroom, while they're both operating on alcohol-powered logic, Percy has no hesitations. Already he's considering what it would take to build a weaker version of his electrified glove, something without the power to injure, only to conduct a bit of lightning through any metal it touched.

"But first - I think we need some bedding." Her skirt drops back around her legs as he lets her go, standing upright on his own merits for the moment.