[ Grabbing hold of the last remnants of his pride, Yan Qing forces embarrassment down his throat and eases into a smirk. He won't let himself be shaken from even the slightest contact. If it's submission she wants, then she'll have to try a lot harder than that. ]

Heh! Can't say I've ever had a goddess ever come on to me before, buuuut I've got an idea. C'mon.

[ Contrary to what his earlier behavior might tell her, he leads her to one of the more luxurious locations of the ship — the ballroom. The large hall is filled with nothing but soft lights and bright classical music, but he swears it's all a coincidence. Farsighted as he may be, how could he have expected this from the capricious Ishtar? As he steps into the room, his attire dissolves and is quickly replaced with a fitting suit, his sleeves rolled up to show the tattoos on his arms.

He never lets go of her hand. ]

Aren't you going to change?