[ Gaku eyes his new partner in elevator hell, briefly wondering if he's seen his face somewhere. Surely, someone that looks as neatly manicured as him is some sort of idol or actor... but ah, he can't place his face no matter how many dramas or magazine spreads he shuffles through in his memories.

Being met with a smile eases whatever nerves were starting to rear their ugly head and his shoulders relax almost involuntarily. ]

You're right. Maybe if we give her attention, she'll let us out.

[ So, Gaku squares his shoulders as he faces this certainly not innocent maiden, opening his mouth to offer some sort of fanservice in exchange for being let go. She's much quicker than him, however, firing back before he can even get a single word out— ]

I can hear you, you know. Don't think you'll get out of this so easily! I've already decided I want to watch, so show me something steamy and I'll think about letting you go.

[ Gaku frowns, glancing towards Hiyori. "Sexual delight" and "something steamy" makes it clear that she has an idea of what she wants, and neither of them are going to convince her otherwise, even though the idea is absurd enough that Gaku can barely wrap his head around it. If he was alone, he'd simply attempt to fight her, but he doesn't want to inadvertently hurt someone else.

So, with a sigh, he motions for Hiyori to come closer. ]

You can try if you want, but I don't think she's gonna budge.