[Already they are more a tangle of limbs and motion. All it took was a few words exchanged, the touch of a hand that was enough to cause a subtle chill, and the pulse of magic. That's all it usually takes before one or both of them finds themselves eager to conquer or to worship. Sometimes both. Which is exactly how they found themselves askew upon the couch with their clothes in states of disarray ranging from simply pushed to completely tossed aside, Sheva straddled atop Ozymandias. Both of their hands trail along one another, but one of his stops its journey over her curves abruptly to catch hers once she finds the fly of his pants.]

As much as... I am appreciative of... the compliment, [he says, his words occasionally disrupted with the lazy drag of lips and occasional teeth against her throat. He's trying to catch his breath now that he's managed to disrupt and redirect this visit, but Ozymandias is neither mad nor a fool. He does not particularly want to be disrupting or redirecting. And so, he does not even begin to attempt disentangling himself from her or discontinue paying his respect and affections to her physical form.] That wasn't what I meant when I said I had something to give you.

[Ozymandias kisses her pulse point beneath her jaw, nosing her there for just a brief moment before. With just the tips of his first two fingers gently pressing at her chin to turn her face and have her look over in the direction of his coffee table, Ozymandias offers his clarification.]

That is what I was referring to.

[Placed center of the coffee table sits a flat albeit long box tied with golden twine and wrapped neatly in a paper matching the deep blue of the gemstones Ozymandias so often favors. The neatness of its presentation stands as a stark contrast to and undisturbed by the mess they've made of themselves on the nearby couch. Not that any harm would have come to its contents, of course. The blade within is well-crafted and not meant for pretty display even if the ornate pommel bears a finely detailed visage of a goddess now likely familiar to Sheva.]

[Against her neck, he murmurs,]

I think you would agree with me that you would be cross if I were to delay you being able to open it once you see what it is.