One eyebrow arches at him, almost daring him to start being a smartass about Arashi's eclectic wardrobe choices, even as he wraps the silk around Harvestman's waist and loops the belt in turn. He detours to the kitchen with Harvestman in tow to retrieve the bottles, knowing exactly which ones in the private store he wants to splurge on tonight.

"Misleading?" It's either very late or very early, but it's night nonetheless, with the moon casting eerie light across the mountains and the stars overwhelming. "Do you think if I look too long at you wearing that, I'll forget who you are?"