"Hey ... Allen ...".
"Hm?" Allen spoke, spinning on his heel. The sixteen-year-old froze, eyes growing in shock as the Bookman-to-be took his hand, and slipped to one knee. Was he actually seeing this? "Lavi .. what are you ... ?"
"I won't see you for a while, right?"
Lavi smiled, slipping one of his own rings onto the boy's left hand. "You're mine ... so don't go fooling around with women."