Re: Mat & Ren || Heading toward the Docks
Ren raises an eyebrow at her dramatic statements. It's ... a bit much really, but he doesn't have anything better to do tonight, and he doesn't have anywhere he'd rather be. The options being here, or being at home flipping thorugh Netfix for the umpteenth night in a row, not even chilling because there's not realy anyone to chill with. And if he's very lucky maybe a book will catch his interest. No, Ren might not be a party person that much, but he's been boring himself recently, and this is far better than the alternative.
Not to mention he's not exactly a prude. He's seen people naked before, he's even skinny dipped before, and why the hell not. He sets the beer to the side.
"You sure? I don't want any complaints that I bewitched you into this tomorrow," his words are bemused. He could, although that's not something that anyone really knows of him, and it's not his style generally. The dress, he has to admit, is a fantastic little number. Ren's own style tends towards dark everything, unless it's a t-shirt, but the green shimmers in the light up from the house, and it's an easy trick to slide the zipper down so that it's loose.
Half aware of the lake itself, he stretches his own senses out to it - there are stories, he's been in Repose long enough to be aware of them - but he doesn't sense anything that might prove dangerous in this moment. No life, natural or otherwise, that feels risky. He stepped back, and tilted his head. "Do you make a habit of dying?"