Drake lowers his hand soon enough, though only to find Sanzo's free hand and take it, raising it to kiss the back of it. "Good," the kestra'chern is nervous, at the prospect of being marked like that, but he's quite honest about wishing for it, too.

It's not like it would be impossible for a sufficiently psychotic person to take from him; Hadanalith had certainly been eager to bring out the skinning knives... but it wouldn't be anywhere near as fast and easy and tempting for most people. And the ring really is starting to show its age.

Drake doesn't want to be permanently separated at all, of course. But having something of Sanzo like that... it may make it just a tiny fraction less horrible?