"I don't know," Mingyu murmured, voice dry as he tried to read Fox's expression for something deeper, any sense of Fox trying to bury a deeper feeling than what he was saying.

"Must've mistaken you for someone with taste. And standards." Cracking a grim smile at that, he stepped past the mess in the living room, towards the hallway leading to the bedroom.

"I guess if there's nothing you want to see out here...?"