Kurogane tapped the index finger of his broad right hand on the rim of the glass.
"Tche." That fucking furisode. Fay was trying to bring his attention to it, obviously - not that it had escaped his notice before. For several seconds, Kurograne simply looked at the garment, its lovely fabric wrapped so carefully around Fay's narrow body. He looked...
"...Just put it back on when you get out, moron," Kurogane said, and sipped his drink.