Ryo watched Saint move around with fascination. His eyes following Saint as he picked out clothes for him. It was cool how the guy knew just what to look for. And how he picked out clothes that he, Ryo, would wear yet still fit in. That was something he admired about Saint. When he was guided into the fitting rooms he nodded his head shyly. "Okay." He takes his shirt off slowly and takes the shirt from the hanger and slips into it. Then slides off his pants and pulls the pants off the hanger and slips into it as well. He rubs the back of his head. "Um...how do I look?" he asks. This was different from the things he normally wore.