[ Despite the breeziness of the costume, Ren is starting to feel heated beneath the fabric. He's always had that show-off streak in him, and Ryuji's appreciative gaze is weighty like a touch, leaving warmth in its wake as he rakes it over Ren's body. At least the flared skirt does a better job of hiding his half-hard cock better than Ryuji's pants are. It's far too soon for cracks to appear in his act.

He gives it no more than a cursory glance before he leads Ryuji by the hand, slow steps taking them farther into the apartment. ]

Do you want to start with dinner?

[ If he's hungry, Ren really will make sure he's fed before they move on to the rest of their night. The end goal may be obvious, but he fully intends to dote on Ryuji as much as he desires before then. ]

Or would you like a massage? Or... something else? [ His voice dips lower with that question, feet stilling, though his hand remains clasped against Ryuji's. ]

I'll do whatever you want me to, Master.