[The fingers on Molly's tail hesitate briefly at that reaction, but continue their motions once he relaxes. Ren is at least familiar with the gentleness needed in handling a cat's tail, so he figures this is probably similar in some ways.
He gives a petulant little whine when Molly moves out of reach, fingers dragging and clinging like he doesn't really want to let go, but what comes next is interesting enough to distract him from that in short order. He's very fond of displays of skill, and though he's the type to express his interest in rapt attention more than anything else, his gaze flicks to follow that showy acrobatic motion, slow and lingering.]
What can I say? I've seen a lot of things. So you'll have to surprise me.
[When the pants are off, Ren's gaze drifts back up at length, taking in details. He's more focused on the tattoos and scars than the nudity in general - the scars in particular he seems to be almost cataloguing with his gaze to a worrying accuracy. Potential points of sensitivity are always useful to know, as far as he's concerned, and though he presses back against Molly's knee in his groin eagerly enough that there's no doubt he can feel it there, he's not giving him the satisfaction of letting it snap him to attention. Even if his breath does get much shorter all of a sudden.
Now that his hands can't get anywhere too interesting, he finally relents with a breathy little sigh and sits up a little to assist Molly's efforts in getting his clothes off. His coat slips free easily, sliding down his shoulders with the weight of something in one pocket as Ren sets it aside relatively carefully (still not that careful in this situation, but enough that it's probably safe to assume he's carrying something of worth to him in it). Fingers come back to his neck, to his collar that's a constant presence there, pause, and then move on, leaving that be in favour of starting to unbutton his shirt. The motions are measured, not slow enough to be outright frustrating but definitely geared to inspire some impatience.
He lets out a soft laugh at Molly's comment on unpreparedness.] Mmm, I agree, I don't think that's the kind of pain I'm interested in...
[Molly might have more experience, but at the same time, he doubts it would be pleasant on either end, so even flipping things doesn't help much there. In any case, now that he's started disrobing, the effect of the grotto makes it difficult to stop, and Ren's legs curve a little as he pre-emptively discards shoes and socks using feet and toes before Molly runs into that issue pulling his pants down. He is wearing a belt, since that's what his skirt is attached to, but otherwise the fastening won't be too hard to deal with.
Ren's still taking his sweet time before he discards his lavender shirt to one side, though, only the thin black collar remaining on his upper half as he flicks his hair back a bit and remains leaning up a tiny bit so he can reach forward enough to trace a hand around the curve of one of Molly's horns.]
I hope you're a man of your word, then. I'll be disappointed if I don't remember this. [There's another little challenge to that remark, an expectant tilt of the head. For all Ren is being extremely difficult to please, he also seems to have faith enough that Molly will rise to those high expectations. It's what he expects of all his friends, really.]
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He gives a petulant little whine when Molly moves out of reach, fingers dragging and clinging like he doesn't really want to let go, but what comes next is interesting enough to distract him from that in short order. He's very fond of displays of skill, and though he's the type to express his interest in rapt attention more than anything else, his gaze flicks to follow that showy acrobatic motion, slow and lingering.]
What can I say? I've seen a lot of things. So you'll have to surprise me.
[When the pants are off, Ren's gaze drifts back up at length, taking in details. He's more focused on the tattoos and scars than the nudity in general - the scars in particular he seems to be almost cataloguing with his gaze to a worrying accuracy. Potential points of sensitivity are always useful to know, as far as he's concerned, and though he presses back against Molly's knee in his groin eagerly enough that there's no doubt he can feel it there, he's not giving him the satisfaction of letting it snap him to attention. Even if his breath does get much shorter all of a sudden.
Now that his hands can't get anywhere too interesting, he finally relents with a breathy little sigh and sits up a little to assist Molly's efforts in getting his clothes off. His coat slips free easily, sliding down his shoulders with the weight of something in one pocket as Ren sets it aside relatively carefully (still not that careful in this situation, but enough that it's probably safe to assume he's carrying something of worth to him in it). Fingers come back to his neck, to his collar that's a constant presence there, pause, and then move on, leaving that be in favour of starting to unbutton his shirt. The motions are measured, not slow enough to be outright frustrating but definitely geared to inspire some impatience.
He lets out a soft laugh at Molly's comment on unpreparedness.] Mmm, I agree, I don't think that's the kind of pain I'm interested in...
[Molly might have more experience, but at the same time, he doubts it would be pleasant on either end, so even flipping things doesn't help much there. In any case, now that he's started disrobing, the effect of the grotto makes it difficult to stop, and Ren's legs curve a little as he pre-emptively discards shoes and socks using feet and toes before Molly runs into that issue pulling his pants down. He is wearing a belt, since that's what his skirt is attached to, but otherwise the fastening won't be too hard to deal with.
Ren's still taking his sweet time before he discards his lavender shirt to one side, though, only the thin black collar remaining on his upper half as he flicks his hair back a bit and remains leaning up a tiny bit so he can reach forward enough to trace a hand around the curve of one of Molly's horns.]
I hope you're a man of your word, then. I'll be disappointed if I don't remember this. [There's another little challenge to that remark, an expectant tilt of the head. For all Ren is being extremely difficult to please, he also seems to have faith enough that Molly will rise to those high expectations. It's what he expects of all his friends, really.]