"Hm, am I now?" Reno muses, smirking faintly. When all else fails, appealing to the man's ego was always sure to get a positive reaction. he'd have fluffed if he were a bird, and for how absurd he looks in the outfit he chose, he still manages to outshine most of the restaurant. No more or less than Emil, so far as he sees it. Love tinted one's view of the world very differently.

"The crowd I run with is only jealous of big tits and deep throats, so, I don't think my bragging will mean anything, and the way you described your social circle to me and what I witnessed...I think I'll just focus on making everyone around you jealous. Both of you for snagging someone like me, and of the doting affection I lavish on you while blanking all the rest," Reno grins, shrugging lightly. Stirring up trouble is a favorite pastime, after all.

"Emil...don't stop skating yet...please," he murmurs after a moment of silence, gazing at the other man with a soft sigh. "I know...I don't have any right to ask things like that of you, but I want to be able to be there on the side for you someday...not up in the nosebleeds and chased out by security. I don't know how long it's going to take for you to feel really alright with me again...but I hope you can keep skating that long, at least."