[How exciting, to start fresh in an unknown city, where no one knows him. Where he can make himself known by his own actions entirely, gripping into it firmly and steering it where he wishes. He hadn't expected to get so lucky this night, but it seemed that a few explosions in the sky were a good omen, after all.

Once inside the place, Oren doesn't take much time admiring the furnishings. He doesn't care for Hans' taste of style, or wondering if he has roommates— no, he's much more intrigued by the sudden space between them, the lack of fingers intertwined with his own, and the comment that leaves things so open when previously Hans had intended to lead.]

By abandoning such formalities. [Closing the distance between them now, Oren hooks a finger into Hans' jacket, undoing the button with purposeful slowness as he pushes past him solely for the touch of it.]

If you play coy, I'll think you uninterested or uninformed. [Teasing, already, he's clearly making a show of it in his words and in his actions alike. His hand trails along his chest even as he steps backwards, guiding Hans further into his own apartment.] Come now, I know you better than that, already.

[His eyes are alight with curiosity and his arm is fully extended now, finally pulling away unless Hans decides to follow.] And I do so enjoy your honesty.

[That's his own explicit invitation in return. Start wherever you'd like, Prince.]