[Ain hums, pretending he's thinking about this at all. He already knows what he wants, but maybe it's easier if he acts like he totally doesn't.]

I like collars. But if that doesn't work, a bracelet or necklace or something is fine.

[See how he totally thought about it.

Ain moves one of his hands finally, bringing it up to cup over Vash's good hand, where he then lets it slowly slide down his wrist. Ain's ribbon is (presumably, hopefully) still tied there, and if it is, he drags his thumb across it. A soft smile pulls at the corners of his lips.]

Even though other people won't recognize it, this counts as me calling you "mine", too.