Set an example? Les covered his titter with a hand again, softly shaking his head. He hadn't even needed to ask-- it was apparent just in looking at him what a straight-laced guy he was, deliberate and proper, still tucked into his proper uniform, all pressed and buttoned. HIs dad had been in the military when he was a child, though more out of necessity and poverty than some sort of obligation-- they paid better than factory jobs, despite being just as dangerous-- and Les found a strange sense of comfort in his regalia, although he was increasingly perplexed by the person in it.<br/><br/>All of his papa's old military friends were jovial and amusing as if the jokes and sarcasm were necessary to get through it all. There was no sense of that about Jiang, he was all nerves and twitching and social anxiety. Until he had taken in this sight, Les had never really considered just how different the felid's social structure must have been, a hierarchy necessitated by endless conflict and oppression. Gulping, he wiped the thought away, although his face was still soft and amused, his knuckles tapping against his jaw. By the time he had refocused, Jiang was on the tail end of his meandering, a sentence posed as a question. With a heaving exhale through his nostrils, his wide shoulders rising to his ears, he smiled and shook his head.<br/><br/>"Come on, there's gotta be something. You called me! No gorging yourself on food and alcohol? No showing off to little kids? No drug binges or wild sexcapades?" Les punctuated the last bit with a teasing handwave, wagging his head and rolling his eyes. He laughed again, looking the other man up and down again, grin fading back into a light smile. No, there was no surprise here. As Jiang seemed to crumble and reassemble himself before him, all flushed cheeks and twitching ears, he knew he didn't even need to ask. Les knew how disarming he could be, how he could make people hot and nervous, but he had already toned himself down, at least a little, and this cat-man was still flustered by every word. How regularly did he talk to people? Was he even allowed to? Les didn't get it.<br/><br/>Shaking his head and shrugging, his eyes fluttered at Jiang's thanks. "No sweat, babe. I like to meet new people! And you're especially interesting. I don't like to have regrets." He winked and shrugged a shoulder again before deciding to take another sip, mug growing hot on his bare thigh. He found himself shivering a bit and briefly wished he had worn actual pants, or a least some tights or something. But he had a look he had to adhere to. His body was his income, after all.<br/><br/>Letting the mug rest between his hands again, his face took on a marginally more serious expression. "Don't apologise for being you, love. You're too good-looking to be unconfident." He leaned forward, entering Jiang's personal space with focused eyes and tight lips, then lifted his chin with the side of his forefinger, moving slowly as to keep from startling him. Les tilted the felid's cheek one way, then another, finally brushing down his jaw before leaning back into his seat with a smile. "Yep. Too handsome. Sorry, I don't make the rules!"