Eren lets his hand move to trail fingers over Eiden's shoulder. He's not great at this flirting thing but he already knows Eiden, which makes touching him a lot easier. He's not prude at all and never has been, he's just...Eren.

For all that, though, his cheeks start to warm at Eiden's blatant admission.

You, he says. Eren can appreciate the straightforwardness of that.

"I'm all yours," he says. Drinks can wait, sure. He doesn't give a shit.

He shrugs a little at the question.

"This job wasn't my idea," he admits. "But it's not bad. If I didn't wanna do it I'd just leave." Eren doesn't know all the language around consent and boundaries but he sure as hell knows how to say no.