log: louis and ren
Ren could imagine plenty, and there were some things that he wanted to keenly focus in on, even if they had very little to do with antiques. In fact they had very little to do with antiques, and instead had to do with the man in front of him. What secrets might he hold? He'd told Ren a bit about his family, although certainly there was much that Ren didn't know himself, but were those secrets like Ren's, or were they simply the not knowings that came easily with new relationships.
"I suspect you know a thing or two about kissing," he returned to Louis, leaning in to brush his lips against Louis' lips. "But I'm not certain that really stretches the limits of my imagination." He paused, sliding hand into Louis', and daring. "What can you tell me about beds?"