Shinjirou is in a state of utter serenity when Jade's voice reaches him, eyes closed and his arms resting on his thighs. Raising an eyebrow, he turns his head. Not far enough to face Jade, though. "Huh?" Jade must've caught him sitting on the edge of the futon, or perhaps crawling back onto it.

Now if only he had the words to explain himself. He interlaces his fingers around the mug and shrugs, trying to focus more on the soothing effects of the cream -- because everything else makes him want to seek another place to sit on. His mind isn't with him, it's still with the men, at the party. The wrong state of mind for his bed.

Eventually he nods, rubbing his temples. Their laughter won't leave him alone, nor their taste. "Uh-huh."