[For all the straightforward confidence he seems to carry, there is a moment of hesitation before he steps in through the threshold of the suite, as if he has passed into a place unknown to him and worthy of survey before trespass. It isn't wholly a lack of trust; he has no reason to think Tseng personally would do anything, and the resort itself has proven safe outside sexual influence, nevermind his own ability to protect himself.

Yet some habits are simply too distilled to break.

Reflexively Sasuke sheds his shoes at the door, and then — looks, actually absorbing his surroundings.]

It's okay. They left me alone. [No doubt due to Tseng's involvement. He glances now through dark lashes, taking in the man's appearance without the cloudy arousal of the game.] I suppose I should have expected it would look nice on the inside, but... [Perhaps he's too used to living in a closet.] What is it like, as a Jack?