Red tensed a bit when the other made a bit of a joke out of his blush, it made him laugh a bit and shake his head. "It was just a color my mother liked, and my father didn't care what name I was given. After the first born it doesn't quite matter," He did not say it sadly, he had a bit of a smirk on his lips as he thought about it. How everything went so poorly, and he was the least liked out of the children, but he was the one who lived. With his mother and brothers dead Red was all his father could look at to remind him of his wife as he held the most resemblance to her. He thought that his father wouldn't stand that, seeing her in him so vividly. Maybe his heart hurt for how he didn't care for him before, and it hurt too much so he sent his last son away to the werewolves. Now he was alone with nobody but himself and servants in that castle.<br/><br/>"You're my husband, I assume I can look as much as I please," He said much like a spoiled little brat would. He still didn't look at him, the flush growing a deeper red as he spoke. He was so close on the couch, he was curious about everything that had to do with a werewolf. His lower lip was softly bitten as he glanced up finally to Douko who said he'd like to go drinking. "May I come?" He let go of his lip, curiosity sparkled in his eyes. He had never drunk before, he wasn't allowed to do such a thing in his kingdom. He assumed the other would watch him and make sure he wouldn't do anything too stupid or harmful.<br/><br/>"I have a feeling most werewolves are rather... fit," He smirked, hinting that he might catch some glimpses at other men who might be around. He doubted any would be nice to him, those fit werewolves would probably tease or try to hurt him somehow.