Neji rose gracefully, turning to face Itachi as he entered and bowing. There was a slight awkwardness that he hoped did not translate to his movements. The same familiarity that prompted the casual dress also made him unsure of his standing with the other man. Was he an equal, or just a pretty face that Itachi had intended to bed all along?
"Itachi-san," he said respectfully, rising, stormcloud-gray eyes sweeping up the other's form as he rose. He'd found that a number of his patrons liked the gesture, whether Neji was actually sizing them up or not. With Itachi it was surprisingly easy to do, and not a bad view either. That gave him little comfort even so.
Adjusting his dark blue shirt (mostly buttoned this time, though he'd left off the tie and had the car coat instead of a dinner jacket), the Hyuuga smiled a bit. "Good evening."