[ Gladio isn't a mind reader, but he's a Shield... something draws his amber eyes toward Suigetsu to study him carefully, but once he gets a look at those distracted eyes and his weird shark-teeth he... dismisses that tone of warning ringing through his ears.

...This is Suigetsu. Calm down. He's not going to stab you with that pen. He's harmless.

That's what Gladio tries to tell himself at least. Shaking off that nagging sense of unease and chalking it up to nerves going on a date that is entirely out of his usual, his element, he just... tries to get his head back in the game. Leans his arms against the counter and looks at him over his heavily inked shoulder and offers a warm smile. ]

Like anything else, it just takes practice.

[ Wait, wait, something's missing. Oh, right. A special touch - this is an opportunity he shouldn't shun just because he's not a girl with soft hair and doe eyes. Suigetsu wanted this to be just the two of them, right? Might as well make him feel - um.

Special. ]

You know... [ Gladio seizes the day, reaching out to grasp Suigetsu by the shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. ] If you ask nicely, I could give you a private lesson. [ WINK WONK. ]

Why don't we start with whatever exhibit is your favorite?