Re: log: louis and ren
"That's alright," he said, untroubled. He didn't make the mistake of assuming he and Ren were on seriously intimate terms. Ren, of course, didn't know many things about him, did he? More dangerous confessions could wait. He was content to simply enjoy his company for the evening, and hear any stories he was willing to tell.
He feigned consideration. "Maybe it was a bad comparison," he said, with a teasing grin. "You lead. I'll follow." He could have led himself, but he had just pinned himself as the damsel. "I want to see you prove your ballroom bonafides."
He held Ren at a chaste distance to start with, just the sort of waltz one might do on any ballroom floor. There was no music, but that was the nice thing about a good waltz - if you stuck with a steady one-two-three, it was easy to keep your toes clear of someone else's. He began to move around Ren, watching his feet at first to be sure he had the rhythm. "I don't think I've done this since I was eighteen," he said, looking up, a startle of slate-colored eyes. He hadn't thought about that memory in a very long time. "It was the last time my parents bothered to try setting me up for an illustrious future on the marriage market. I waltzed with a girl." Louis might be a bit gangly, and clumsy with hand-eye coordination, but he had never been ashamed of his dancing. He might even be called graceful, a natural. He could hardly make it from the kitchen table to the sink without spilling his cup of tea, but he could wind his way around a beat.
"Do you like women?" he asked. It might be an intimate question, but was there ever a right time to ask? He didn't assume anyone who might date men did so exclusively, despite the fact that most of the men he'd dated had been gay. It was more curiosity than anything else. Louis lacked the easy self-confidence to assume he would hold someone's interest, and it hardly mattered if the competition was only men.