A quiet "thank you" slips out despite himself when his cup is refilled. Jade really doesn't deserve his gratitude. Probably doesn't need it either.

It's one thing to sit around naked with a collar around his neck and a chain draped across his lap; it's another to be reminded of an earlier date when all that hadn't yet been the case, except for the naked part. Choking on a sip of sake, he coughs and tries not to let it show what exactly he remembers about this couch.

His neck and face is heating up quickly, unfortunately. He groans and averts his eyes. "Yeah, well. It's just a couch. Comfy and shit." No big deal, right?