At Bri's reaction to him standing there nearly completely naked, the only thing covering him being the towel, Touma couldn't help but snort with laughter. Such an innocent girl, that's for sure. "Well, no duh Breezy. You think we'd leave it off for any other reason?" He chuckles before crossing the room, going over to a set of drawers that held some of his clothes, including socks, undershirts and his boxers. Pulling open a drawer, he pulls a pair of black and green boxers out. "As for why I ain't dressed." He holds his hand up and shows Bri the underwear, rather than say it.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but notice the slight fluctuation in her voice, that feigned innocence. "Why, you wanted me to come in naked for another reason?" He lowers his eyelids slightly in a seductive way, that same smirk on his lips. "Is that it?" He steps forward to her, coming to a pause so that she could literally smell the clean scent of the body wash and deodorant he'd used. He then pushes her so she was on her back, and holds her shoulders down with his hands, hovering over her slightly without getting on the bed, small droplets of water dripping from the ends of his hair to drip on to her cheeks and forehead. For a moment he remains like this, before snickering and flicking her in the forehead, standing up straight again, and twirling the boxers around his finger with the waistband. "Hehe, the look on your face is priceless."<br/><br/>In the kitchen, Ryosuke nods when Yadri asked for him to surprise her, grabbing a glass from the counter and begins to make the drink, first putting in ice, cherries, and a lime slice. For a moment she left the kitchen, but then returned with a cigarette, no doubt coming from Touma's box. He knew that the younger male would demand double the refund, since she didn't ask for one, but Ryosuke doesn't bother saying anything. He was almost done when she asked where Bri was and when they were leaving. "I don't know, sounded like she went to Touma's room. And we can leave whenever, you wanna drink this first?"<br/><br/>He holds out the like pinkish orange drink to her, fizzy bubbles rising to the top, the edge of it lined with sugar. "Cherry bomb, my style. Grenadine, rum, tequila, and some sprite. Enjoy." Leaning back against the counter, he sighs, grabbing himself a drink, which meant the bottle itself of Svedka, flavored orange cream pop. "Where were you wanting to go?" He asks, taking a swig and looking over at her.