"You're still a fucking pervert." But he was his fucking pervert and that was what mattered here. Smiling, he tilted his head back to feel the fingers trace along his skin, grinning when he realized they were marking the path of what he'd had in mind to begin with. It was perfect that their minds had come together so perfectly.

"Maybe I could wear one of the yukata but have it loose. Or maybe some slacks with a patterned shirt but leave some buttons open." He ran his fingers over the edge of the cuff Vegas wore again.

"You should have sleeves rolled up."