Jax made a quick show of glancing from side to side and then down his front, as if to check for assailants or new stab wounds. As he did so, he fished the little velvet box from his pocket. It was slightly worn at the corners because he'd been carrying it with him for days now, waiting for the moment to be right.

"So, when I get down on one knee and open this box..." Jax said, dropping down as he laid out the scenario. "And say something like..." He pretended to think about it, "Will you marry me?"