Oh God, Kio sounded like the girls who'd sit on his lap and purr let's talk about you and then ultimately, they'd lie their asses off to each other and lose track of their clothes sometime around three in the morning and nobody had really talked about anybody at all. He half-expected Kio to have some stilettos strapped to his feet or something and lipstick that was way too red, which was an image that just jacked up the hilarity value an already entertaining situation.

...Probably wasn't gonna be any lost clothing here, though. Good thing or no? Hard to decide. At any rate, Kio looked for a second like this wasn't quite heading in the direction he'd expected, which was obviously Reno's cue to keep on going.

"Oh, I dunno," he replied, struggling to suppress a wholly amused smirk, failing, and turning it into a flirtatious smile instead. "Seems you've been watching me already, yeah? Maybe we should talk about you, Kio. S'only fair."