[ Cisco merely raises his eyebrows at that accusation. As far as he's concerned, he has gone to quite an awful lot of formal events, and has dressed up much more than he would otherwise, because he knew it would make Eddie happy. He'd been glad to do it, too. He knows how much it means, to Eddie, to be with a partner that wants to be seen with him. That the two of them can go out, together, looking their best. There's something simple and earnest in his pride that has always endeared Cisco. ]

I've got nothin' but respect for your fetishes and you know it.

[ Later, Eddie's joke about throwing him on the bed and ravishing him makes Cisco laugh softly, part flattered, but also because the bed is piled high with all manner of Eddie's possessions. It would take some doing, for the two of them to balance on all that, and it certainly wouldn't be very good for Eddie's belongings, having the two of them rolling around on top of all that.

Eddie commenting on his smile once he returns makes the butterflies in Cisco's stomach all the more restless, but he just gives a loose and happy shrug. ]

Naw, nothin' shameful, sadly. Just your extremely organized underwear. I'm gonna go ahead put this up here, okay?

[ Cisco lifts the box with the ring, so Eddie can see what he's referring to, and sets it on one of the shelves that line the room. It is one without any books on it, where Cisco has placed the photo album he'd gotten in the same maze, along with a few other small, important keepsakes. He doesn't know why he shies away from mentioning the ring, or the vibe. Instinct, maybe. But there's no denying the secretive, flush-cheeked smile. ]