A cold smile? Such a contradiction in terms, it seemed. But the look was oddly fitting on the weapon master in such a way that it sent a shiver up Ri'Staraa's spine. The buttons on his leather bottoms yielded easily enough and he found himself panicking at the thought that he'd be just as surely conquered.<br/><br/>Ever undecipherable, Tatsuya remained quiet, perplexing the smaller male who lay prone beneath him. Ri would prefer he'd talk, or use some more other form of clear communication. He couldn't string the man along like he wanted to if he couldn't judge his reactions. Now that his teammate was moving to pull his trousers off, he wriggled to aid in the process, all the while leaning up to keep their kisses ever flowing. He reached a hand down to rustle in the folds of Tatsuya's hakama, grasping to find his hidden sword once again and tugging it gently when last it let itself be known.<br/><br/>"What is it you want?" he asked, panting breathlessly into the demon's ear.