"Mm-hm." Imagine if he was uncomfortable because Ren was in a skirt. Lala would brain him, and at this point, he thinks she'd be right to. "Black is really your colour. And the cherry blossoms sell it, at this time of year."

Then he bites his lip, turning a bit pink; in retrospect, he can see that time they sat down and did makeup for exactly what it was. He breaks it with a laugh. "You're getting a few looks, too. More than a few."