Wait ... Isn't strip Shogi common? Amahiko almost asks about this, but decides to leave that be; there are far more pressing matters than why he should be familiar with strip Shogi. Amahiko moves closer, just a little, reaching out to press his palm to Tsutomu's cheek, thumb passing over his cheekbone.

There's intent there. Maybe it's apparent that its focused on Tsutomu now: that ridiculous sex-charisma now dialed down into an earnest attempt at securing comfort and closeness instead of something like usual. Something far less silly and over the top and ostentatious.

"Could I show you?" He asks, head tilted a little. "I find sometimes words are sometimes insufficient in these matters."