"So uh... Tiz—" Ringabel abruptly pauses—both for the melodramatic effect and that he forgot what he was supposed to say next. In other words, he was stalling. "I was, y'know, wonering... since we, as in, you and I, have a mutualistic... attraction to each other..." He's embarrassed, to aptly put it. His palms were sweaty and he was sweaty—not the best way to present yourself, but it'll have to do (he takes quick note that next time, he shouldn't be awkwardly blubbering there like a dandy male floozy). Flustered and confused, Ringabel side-eyes nothing in particular, the thought of anyone listening striking fear into his gut.
He glances around the enclosed room once more and then focuses himself again. Nervously, he tugs at his collar. "So uh, perhaps we could go out? Yes that's it. While Agnès and Edea are busy, maybe we could sneak out, like we always do." Another breath. His head is spinning and he's putting every thought into all the mumbles that escape him.
"It's not exactly like a 'hang out' sort of thing per se, but in fact, call it what you will, but it is indeed a date." Ringabel can feel himself go red but he tries to suppress the butterflies in his stomach as he continues. "And I... really love you too."
The frivolous youth exhales, slouching for a split second before slapping himself squarely on his cheek and shaking his head. He looks up to meet the glowering eyes of his reflection and he mutters, "You need to try harder than that. If you can freely ask any woman to drink, then you can handle him too." Ringabel runs a hand through his hair, sighing with a mock-heavy tone.
Eyeing his reflection again suspiciously, he opens his mouth to reenact his plan for the twenty-seventh try, noting that he really should've practiced more on technique yesterday. Or was it the art of seduction? He pays the thought no ounce of attention longer as he straightens out his clothes and takes a breath in. "'Ask Tiz Out Without Looking Like A Fool', take twenty-one."
Then there's a muffled voice from the other side of the door. The boy was whispering, but he could hear the statement crisp and clear. "You're not gonna be able to pick up anyone if you can't ask me out."