[ Not pity. Never pity. Not in this case, anyway. While he is soft-hearted at times, he knows that Eun has her pride on the line here as well. He respects her too much to make that mistake.

He doesn't flinch when she rests a hand at his side, and even easily goes along when she hooks her leg around the back of his knees. He gives a smile, nodding gently. ]

Of course. Unless that's all you wanted?

[She thinks better of him for his easy answer, that he doesn't stand there and make her say what she means. Eun won't tell him why she made her illusions, won't explain what she was up to beyond what she has already, but they both know he saw what he saw. He had to have realized it isn't just physical satisfaction that she's longing for.

Considering his answer, she eventually shakes her head in acknowledgement. No, that's not all she wants. Her face tilts up toward his, considering the look in his eyes, the shape his mouth, and the tilt of his cheek bones. Carefully, she closes that distance to press a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth, and then pulls away.]

I think we should take our tea into the living room where it's more comfortable.

Of course.

[ He murmurs with a grin. While this is certainly not how he expected things to turn out, Jae certainly can't really complain about it, either. He bites his lip after she pulls away, and he gives a hum in acknowledgement. ]

It'll be more comfortable for us on the sofa anyway.

[ Though he is a little reluctant to pull away, he does so that they both can be more comfortable - grabbing his own mug to settle down on the couch while he waits for her to come back. ]

[ While he doesn't regret what he did, Jae is thinking about things a little more now that he's apart from Eun, if only temporarily. He takes a sip of his tea, relishing the taste and warmth before he sets it down.

And when he looks up again, his lips part slightly in surprise at the shift in her outfit, and how she easily sits down on his lap and guides his hand to her hip. He raises an eyebrow at her doing so, but his smile is back and he does seem to be relaxed. ]

Comfortable?

[While Eun wouldn't say that she's nervous, there is a part of her that feels as if she needs to be prepared for Jae to change his mind. He kissed her, he didn't flinch away from touching her in the kitchen...and normally she wouldn't expect a man who summoned a demon to shy away. Jae isn't like most people who summon demons, however, and in this situation Eun doesn't feel like most demons. It's a little unsettling, and she wonders if he'll be fine right up until the part where they might go to bed...]

Yes, very. [She lifts her cup to her lips and takes a sip. It's hot, but she tolerates higher temperatures better now than she did while still a human. Her dark eyes study Jae's features from over her cup as she gets used to the feel of sitting on the real him instead of an illusion. The weight of his hand on her hip.] Would you have made the same offer if not for tonight?

[ It's a valid concern, though Jae would hope he wouldn't be the type to go back on his word after trying to prove his sincerity. He shifts a little, if only to make sure that the both of them are comfortable, before he makes sure that his mug was set down as he frames both hands on her waist. ]

I ... eventually would have, I think.

[ It's punctuated with a small nod. ] Perhaps not this way, but ... yes.

[Her back arches a little as he slips both hands to her waist, a thrill running up her spine too fast for her to hold back reacting to it. The longer she sits on his lap, the more he touches her and interacts with her, the more her experiences with the illusion version of him seem so very different. Yes, already.]

I admit, it surprises me to hear you say that. What...how would it have been different?

[Maybe she still feels a little exposed and wants to find balance between them by getting him to talk more, or maybe it's just curiosity, but she can't stop herself from asking as she continues to sip her tea. It burns down her throat from heat and whiskey and hopefully ought to relax her a little.]

[ Jae lets out a hum, biting his lip a little in thought. He gets it, the situation is odd, and especially with how it had escalated in the way that it had. But it was the truth. ]

Mm. I probably would have been a bit more ... subtle about it? Fleeting touches to gauge your interest alongside talking more with you to get a feel for it.

[She nods with understanding. Their situation is strange and awkward, and unlike most humans there isn't a socially constructed idea of how a relationship is supposed to progress. There are so many factors that complicate things...

And yet his answers make sense to her. Even now, it seems like it wouldn't be a bad course of action.] Fleeting touches like this?

[She raises one hand up and brushes the back of her fingertips along his brow, drawing hair away and slipping over more before she lets her hand lower gently away.]

Mmhm.

[ He lets out a hum, tilting his head to lean more into the touches before she pulls away. ]

Subtle flirting remarks, perhaps chaste kisses like this.

[ He raises a hand to gently guide hers back to his face, kissing her palm with his eyes closed before he glances up at her with a small smile. ]

[Color rises to her cheeks, and Eun seems almost more shocked by the fact that she can be made to blush even after all she's seen, than by the kiss he offers. Her fingers curl gently against his face, as if they might capture the kiss to her palm rather than risk letting it fly away.]

I think I would still like those things.

[It cannot be all take and no give, however. Eun knows this, and hadn't she shown that she's as interested in having someone to touch as she is being touched? Held? Carefully holding her cup still, she leans forward, over the hand he holds, and presses a kiss to his temple.]

It feels weak to be a demon who wants a lover, but I find I cannot help myself now. [Not now that it's all in the open and within her grasp. Her lips brush down the side of his cheek, working her way to his mouth.]

Suppose neither of us are traditional, in that sense.

[ Even if he would've felt perfectly comfortable in properly courting her before tonight's revelations. The kiss at his temple is surprising, but he can't really bring himself to hate it, especially when her lips trace down his face to meet his own. He tilts his head to meet them that much sooner, eyes slipping shut again. ]