"Oh no, you caught me." Sarcasm hangs heavily in his voice. For once, his intentions had been wholly innocent. Shinjirou knows his place now, that much is clear. There's no need to constantly reinforce the lessons with a permanent low-grade buzz of dehumanization and objectification in the background.

Still, now that the question of outfits had been brought up, Jade turns it over in his mind, a contemplative expression on his face as he applies a generous amount of cream to Shinjirou's wrist.