Douko nodded and watched him place his bags on the couch. It was a comfortable sofa, but it was no bed. He was slightly surprised the little princeling didn't demand a bed of his own or to have the bed. He kind of reminded him of a woman he dated for a while. Whenever they got into a fight, which was often, she would take the bed and he got stuck in a spare room or the couch. Even though it was his bedroom and his house, he somehow managed to get the dog house.<br/><br/>Douko looked at Red when he had finished dressing, catching a glimpse of the reddened cheeks and the oh so casual hairbrush. "Is that why you are called Red?" He asked with a grin, deciding to have some good-natured fun at the other's expense. The werewolf came over and plopped down on the other side of the couch, one arm laying across the headrest. He stared at him with that cocky grin plastered across his face, knowing the other was blushing because he had gotten changed. "There is no shame in liking what you see." It was kind of cute, he was like a blushing bride. Maybe he was even a virgin.<br/><br/>"I was going to go get a drink." He said, looking at the other, half expecting him to disapprove. He seemed like the type to dislike anything fun.