"Goro. My Crow, my tuft of feathers, my sweet songbird," he coos, laying it on thick and genuine for the tired, craving creature in his arms. "It hasn't been that long for me, but I'm sorry you had to go through that."

A moment for Goro to respond, then Ren takes a moment to process what Goro says. "Not leaving anyone in need behind? That's my Akechi," He grins, placing a peck on his nose. "I was expecting a ring first, but if I said I was surprised, I'd be lying." Pat, pat, pat. Nuzzle, nuzzle, peck. "The hill? You can tell me more there."

This Velvet Room might be nice, but he still doesn't like Velvet Rooms. Like, on principle.