[It's cute. He doesn't mind Tonbo's peruse of their room. Nothing is really cursed, surprisingly, aside from maybe the lube bottles from the bags being here and there? Within easy reach.]

I know. I'm wondering how the others will feel if we show them when we return. Show me what you've learned, Tonbokiri-san.

[In the bedroom, he turns them around with an agonizingly graceful slink. He finally releases Tonbo's hand so he can start coming out of the already too thin yukata and pants, going slow and patient. It gives Tonbo something to do while he works on Tonbo's clothes--touching, if Tonbo wants, or just looking.]