Isamu raised a brow, smirking again. “An exchange of fluids - in more ways than one. I accept your proposition. Let us continue this evening elsewhere.”

As they returned, Isamu’s wordplay was playfully coy, but he was not actually shy about his desires for physical pleasure - and only physical pleasure. He expressed his lack of interest in the baggage or an ongoing romantic relationship. There would be no commitments here. But if it were pleasurable for both, he wouldn’t mind another round, so as the bartender would say. (He also insisted on protection, of course. Every good drink metaphor deserved a coaster.)