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Titus was curious now. What the hell had her backup plan actually been? "Yeah, I would still rather not think about the fact that its my birthday. So what had been your-"

But suddenly Riyo was remembering something and he watched with furrowed brows as the catghoul produced a candle. His expression shifted to something flat and disinterested as she set the wick ablaze and held it out to him, hearing the fat cat's meow in the background.

"How about I don't. Wishful thinking usually bites me in the a**." He reached out to quickly snuffed out the flame with a pinch of his fingers before taking a seat at the ghoul's table. "I think you're asking for a bit much in one day."

But the sketchbook gained his attention again as he scooted toward the table and flipped it open to the first page. One hand reaching for his snacks the other pulled the box of pencils forward to look them over. It seemed they were different grades of lead and not just a box of the same standard pencil. "It's been a long time since I've drawn with pencils." Maybe too long, but it had to be similar to making designs in coffee. If not easier.

"I'm sure you could wager a guess." Titus said simply, picking out a pencil and putting it to paper. He seemed unsure at first but when he got started the design flowed across the page. It didn't make much sense at first and the style itself was somewhat abstract, but the image finally took shape as a creature made out of various shapes and patterned lines. It looked familiar in a way though Titus didn't know why himself but Riyo might have recognized it as the demonic form he had in his dreams.

"You don't really want my sob story on how my dad was an a** about it do you? The details are pretty boring." Or maybe that was Titus' way of saying he really didn't want to talk about it. His father had been cruel but he had learned to live with it the best way he could.

"If you really want to know I might ask for something in return." He said, his eyes glancing up from the paper to look at Riyo with a smirk.

Titus' smile grew all the more as he turned back to his picture, his pencil still at work. "Ah, why not keep things interesting, hm?" He chuckled lightly.

"You agree or don't without knowing what I will ask in return. It makes the game of roulette a little more interesting that way. You can easily say no and there is no risk or you can agree, learn something about me, and potentially be faced with something awkward you have to answer. Or it could be something completely harmless."

Titus continued to doodle a bit more before picking up a different pencil. He looked it over for a minute before he decided it would work, glancing in Riyo's direction before turning back to his drawing. "So what will it be?"

The sigh was a sign he had won even before Riyo said a word. "Curiosity is your weakness." He agreed.

He continued to draw while he thought of where to start. Sharing details of his life still didn't come as the easiest thing. "I think when I look back I don't remember a time I didn't have a pencil or paint brush. Though most kids like to draw and paint I guess." He hadn't quite finished his picture but it still filled most of the page. Leaving it where it was he flipped to the next and started a new image as he continued to speak.

"It was also a time when I was dumb enough to look up to my father. I really wanted to make him proud you know, but nothing I did ever seemed to catch his attention. I'm the third child in a second marriage I hardly rank of any importance."

The demon had a bit of a sour expression on his face and his mood seemed to affect his drawing as odd screaming faces began to appear in what had at first seemed like random mindless lines. "Mother liked my art so I thought he might as well. I couldn't have been more wrong." There was a bit of a dry humorless chuckle as Titus continued. "At first it was mere disinterest, I thought what I was doing wasn't good enough so I tried harder. I spent a lot of time practicing until my dad decided to tell me it was a wasted effort. That it was garbage. He made me destroy the things I had made to teach me a lesson about life and attachment, or so he said."

But somehow Titus didn't seem sad about it, apparently he had taken the lesson to heart. Getting attached to things just made life harder to cope with. "Well, that's my bullshit story so..." He smiled, setting his pencil down so that he could steeple his hands. "About that contingency plan. Don't skimp on the details."

Apparently Titus had hit the jackpot with questions if Riyo's reaction was any indication. He placed his arms on the table in front of himself, leaning forward with interest and giving her his full attention. "Should have guessed and yet here we are."

He waited for some sort of explanation but it seemed Riyo was having trouble with her words. Just as soon as she would start a sentence it would trail off and she would pause only to start all over again.

"Eh? Show me?" He sat up when Riyo stood from her chair in a hurry, watching the ghoul with wide eyes. What was she going to show him that she couldn't explain. More over, what had her so flustered? Titus was having a slow moment but now that he was actually giving it some thought his ideas on what it could possibly be branched out in a whole new direction.

She was gone before he could make an objection, though he really had no idea what he would be objecting against. He watched as the ghoul retreated into the bathroom, his brows furrowed in confusion. Eyes focused on the door he waited but enough time passed that he finally went back to his picture and began to draw again, distracting himself while Riyo did whatever the hell it was she was doing.

"I wonder what she's up to?" He looked down at one of the nearby fat cats like he was expecting an answer, but by then the soft jingle of a bell had him lifting his head.

Hearing the bathroom door creek open he looked back only to face forward quickly again. That outfit was exactly the reason he tried to avoid going out on the floor at work and attempted to stay carefully hidden away in the kitchen as much as possible. He could deal with it though, he had seen it enough between her and the other ghouls that he just had to focus on something else and he would be fine.

Or so he thought that would work until Riyo came up beside him breathing the word master into his ear. Red began to creep its way over his cheeks, touching the tips of his ears. He tried his best to hide it, tilting his head forward over his drawing with wide eyes and an uncanny focus. He didn't say a word.

Those slender fingers traced over his shoulders and Titus could feel his throat tightening just a bit. Despite their experiences together so far this was still somehow difficult to deal with.

He felt her hands start to move and watched them drape over his shoulders and down his front. With her chest pressed against his back he couldn't help but swallow hard against the lump in his throat trying and failing not to picture what she was wearing.

"S-seems to me you have my day planned out for me." His voice didn't carry his normal confidence though his expression was still carefully trained into something casual and fairly neutral as he turned his head to look at Riyo over his shoulder. It might have worked as an excellent poker face if it wasn't for the blush that stained his cheeks. "One way or another."

Titus wanted to laugh. He hadn't made a single call about this day so far otherwise he would have been hiding out in a back alley somewhere regretting life. So in all maybe it had turned out better this way.

Still, he was at a loss for what to have Riyo do, especially with her being borderline suggestive with her actions and outfit.

"Maybe...rub my back? A massage sounds nice." It was at least a start.