log: louis and ren
Ren ducked his head, a smile pulling up at the question. It was a fair question under the circumstances, but it was easily answered in some ways. "It's not my house," he said softly. "Well... we're not exactly trespassing either," but he didn't explain it at the moment. Perhaps the time for that would come later in the evening.
He pulled open the door more readily, the foyer beyond held a curved staircase that turned up into the upstairs, on either side, large oak paneled doors were closed, not hinting at the type of rooms that might be beyond. Directly in front of Louis was a set of open doors, but Ren wasn't certain which one he wanted to take Louis through. He was tempted to go upstairs, to the balconies, the sunset, the everything beyond, but perhaps it was too presumptuous. Ren took a good look at Louis, the button down, and the pants, and he leaned forward to kiss the other man gently on the lips.
When he pulled back, he tilted his head, smiling. "Come in, do you want a parlor that hasn't been opened in two or three years likely, or would you prefer the balcony and outside?"