He was aware of Kurogane's eyes on him, even if the other was being careful not to let his gaze linger. It was as close a reaction as he'd gotten from Kurogane since Nihon, given the overarching implications of his attire and all those who had seen him in it.
Well. Tthat was until Kurogane told him to 'just put it back on' later. That was as good of an admission of the warrior not having a problem what the outfit might suggest. Maybe even that he was... satisfied and okay with it in some way.
Feeling somewhat smugly satisfied and a little heady at the suggestive nature of Kurogane's response, Fay made sure to pay it no mind, making sure that he didn't react (the slight twitch of his fingers and minuscule widening of his eye aside), and busied himself by pouring a drink.
Hair too short or too loosely held by his ponytail fell forward, hiding his face from view while he set the large sake bottle to one side. Sitting straight again (or as straight as someone as loosely limbed as Fay was), Fay lifted the small saucer to his lips, "aah, another good suggestion from our Kuro-pon. As to be expected." He said knowingly, one golden eye finally sliding over to the ninja's face and body.