Tristian couldn't help but smiling widely when he saw he ran right into his target, which probably made him look a little manic, especially considering he could feel wine seeping into his clothes, which normally would send him into a rage, but it was his fault to begin with, at least it was white wine. Rather than answering Ren's question, he said, "Just the man I was looking for," he exclaimed, not releasing his hold on the other's arm.

"Now, why don't we go get cleaned up, I'm sure Yasu won't want his clothes returned with wine on them, and I know I want my designs to remain pristine, and while we're doing that we can talk." He didn't wait for a response from Ren, instead starting to pull him straight towards the restroom, his one track mind completely forgetting things like politeness.