Sure. Fine with me. [ Rei doesn't bother to hit the light, then; he can see just fine in the dark, and there's a faint glow to his red eyes even in the dim lighting of the room. They're honed in on Eichi, watching the way he hesitates on the robe before he undoes it.

It's admirable, in a way, how Eichi refuses to let himself be overthrown; he's clearly at all sorts of disadvantages that must absolute grate at his pride and his wit, but he still struggles with careful movements to try and maintain as much balance in the situation as possible. Rei can appreciate that. The way Eichi flusters is different from most of the others, and it's intriguing to Rei -- and undeniably arousing, which makes sense, with the way they're linked together, fates unwillingly entwined.

Rei steps over to Eichi, calm and sure, leaning down into his space and putting a hand on the mattress to steady himself as he reaches for Eichi's chin. He redirects at the last moment, fingers trailing down Eichi's throat, instead. He doesn't press down, no intention to choke or harm, dragging nothing but a light touch down Eichi's collarbone. ]

I can hear how hard your heart's beatin' from across the room. [ Rei's voice drops when he speaks; a little softer, a little darker, a little more sultry than usual. ] Would it help if I promise not to eat ya? [ There's a glint of fangs, there, in Rei's smile. ]