[Ren's gaze flicks to the tiny movement of Juno's fingertips for a second before returning to his face, one side of his mouth twitching up that little bit more as he listens to that little verbal struggle of Juno's. It's subtle, but it's like an open book to someone like him.]

You know I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, though, so that's not much excuse~ [Juno doesn't technically need the gun, because Ren could more than likely flatten anything that menaced them at least long enough for Juno to get it, but he does give a conceding hum to the point about working for it.] I guess it's true that it wouldn't be quite as fun if you just gave it up that easily.

[He comes a little closer, measured, fingers soft enough to move away from easily if Juno wants and yet echoing that little bit of a demand. Ren's smiling face settles no more than a few inches from Juno's.]

So, since you wanted to wash up so much, you should go ahead, right?

[His breath touches against Juno's face, the long hairs of his fringe almost reaching far enough to tickle it as well, and he'd really like to see how much self-control it's going to take Juno to walk away from him in this situation.]