Thane's lips curled into the shadow of a smile when Rei kissed him on the cheek. It was becoming a constant pleasure for him to be on the receiving end of these small but heartfelt gestures of affection. He enjoyed them in a way only a person as inexperienced with the workings of love could. He nodded at the other man as he went off to go get ready, and turned his gaze to Noir who happily ate her share of food.
He waited by the kitchen, keeping the cat company, until at last she finished and he cleaned up after her. After that, it was only a matter of time before Rei was calling him over, and Thane found himself back in the other man's room. He looked at the clothes on the bed, unsure what he was supposed to do with them. It was only when Rei explained himself (sort of, he trailed off a bit at the end) that Thane understood they were for him to wear.
But why?
Looking down at his own attire, he saw nothing wrong with his clothes. Then again, he'd worn this for as long as he could remember, plus or minus a few changes here and there to suit the time period. Fashion was possibly the only way he could truly tell the difference between the times. This time, he didn't think himself to be wearing outdated clothes.
Was Rei trying to tell him something? Or was he simply asking him to wear those clothes as a favor? Thane didn't mind either way, so he supposed the answer didn't really matter. Going over to the bed he picked up the clothes and examined them. Nothing too strange he had to look out for. He started to pull the fabric over his arms, while at the same time his own clothing faced like shadows disappearing under the afternoon sun, leaving him naked.
As someone not hindered by mortal limits, it was only expected that Thane would be considered flawless in the eyes of humans. He didn't think himself flawless, but then again, without any abrasion on his skin, only strange markings that traced down his spine and spread across his shoulder blades, he probably was.
Soon these markings were hidden as Thane started to dress, putting on the clothes Rei gave him. When he was finally covered, he felt a little strange to be in these foreign clothes but decided not to say anything about it. Perhaps he would get used to it soon enough. Turning his attention to Rei, he held his arms out at his sides. "Does it look okay?" he asked, not sure if he fit the image Rei was trying to make.
After a moment or two of looking himself over, he went to grab his jacket, something he couldn't be without regardless of what else he wore underneath, and hooked it around his arm. "Is this all? Shall we depart already or do you need more time?"