Trest's brows raised at all of the attempts she made at conjuring up a story behind it.
"What? No!" he barked, making his grabs a bit more rough as he wrestled her for it. HIs brows furrowed angrily now.
"The story behind it's stupid, and yes it was my grandfather's. He was a god damn duke! Now.. give.. it... BACK!" He shouted between grunts, before finding his way to her ring finger and giving a tug-
and the ring flew off...
and there it went.... fluttering into the air, spinning about and catching a sparkle off the ray's of the daylight sun... only to land in a pile of mule dung with a splunk a few feet away.
Trest's face fell, but he still made a leap for it, diving desperately towards it before LYr could get her grubby little thieving hands on it.
"THERE!" he shouted, after making a glorious dive into the mule dung. He lifted up his hand victoriously, show casing the ring between two pinched fingers, which was now, unfortunately, covered in stinky mule poop.
"I GOT IT BACK!"
And the he slipped it back onto his OWN finger, not seeming to care it made a poopy-smear there before shoving it but a few mere inches into Lyr's face and sticking his tongue childishly out at her.
"Now..' he said, giving a fluff of his hair. "About that bath.."
since well... he smelled really, REALLY gross now as he gave a sniff, flies buzzing over head.