It will have to wait, but Devin is sure the clothing will end up on the floor sooner or later.

His gaze narrows for a moment, smile undimmed, and he does as requested. Devin straightens a little and holds his hand out palm up. This is probably a smart move in the Fool's part; he can tell it's a knot, and guess what kind it is before he opens his eyes, and this neatly avoid any consternation from him over accepting it. Assuming there might be any - he's in this relationship for the long haul, but Devin is admittedly still terrible at accepting gifts.

It's beautiful. For several long moments, Devin can only stare at it, a representation of their relationship moved to tangible expression. When he leans in again, he kisses the Fool softly and then pulls him into an embrace. Actions are sometimes easier than words.

Amused, after a breath or two: "If you're a sentimental fool, what does that make me?"