[Dave turns his head very slightly, hair fully mussed save for that one particular little wisp of a curl, not really minding the current state of his coiffure. which probably says a lot on the surface alone; he's usually pretty protective over his hair.]

[it's a movement that's subtle, but also a blaring siren for someone who knows him as well as Ryuji does, the hint that his line of sight behind the shades had briefly settled on said burgeoning six-pack, hidden behind the barbarian armor or not. yeah. that muscle-building he's been doing is absolutely what inspired Dave's romance novel requirement here.]

[he's free to show off as often as he wants.]

I dunno what kinda business ass spies get up to, but yeah, all right. We'll work that, plus copious dicks, plus six-packs, into it.

If I'm gonna write this, though, I'm also gonna need some more intel on the setting. Where in Tokyo are you gonna take me?

[that's ... Dave, that's not a request for intel, that's literally just asking Ryuji about the future. things they have to see while they're settling. the places they'll visit, because he frames it like an inevitability. almost like the inevitability of time loops themselves.]