Ren's eyes focused completely on Tristian. Do things for himself? Didn't he? And yet...he shook the thought away, not wanting to dwell on it. Already, he felt his lips dip slightly into a frown though. "Who knows," he whispered without care if the other man heard him or not. Once he'd finished with the pins, Ren turned away with a hum in response. He didn't look back, didn't try to continue the conversation. He just retreated to the dressing room where he carefully removed the clothes and changed into the other outfit with a much quicker pace than before. A minute later, he returned to Tristian's side.