[ In a way, Vanitas' seeming lack of regard for the social mores of their time in turn makes it easier for Keita to take things less seriously. In polite society nobody would ever respond that way, by leaning back into his arms as if being embraced by a lover, and the suddenness of it makes Keita laugh in surprise as he finishes up what he's doing. ]

That's good to hear, since you'd be in some trouble if you did, [ he says with an amused hum as he gathers fabric around Vanitas' ankles to allow him to step free of the garment. It seems, based on Keita's admittedly brief glimpse, that he and Vanitas are in a similar predicament: both of them balanced between quiescence and arousal, just waiting for a reason to lean one way or another.

Well, given all that Vanitas has said—his expressed discomfort with the expectations of this place, his desire not to become desensitized to nudity or sex with strangers—it won't be Keita who suggests they take care of each other. He just stands when he's done all he can do with Vanitas' clothes, then casts a glance around the room in search of his own actual attire. ]

I'm glad I could be of assistance, [ Keita says with a smile. ] It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vanitas. I do hope I'll see you around the resort at some time or another.