[Kazutora tilts his head. He knows some brats - one brat in particular - but this guy certainly seems elevated from all the gang guys he usually hangs out with. He doesn't understand why someone as rich as him would be out shopping alone, and it intrigues him.

As does how pretty he is.

So he sidles in closer and nods his head knowingly.]

You know what you like, or else you wouldn't be here. ... Is it for someone special..? [He lets the silk fall over Wen Kexing's hand, lets the fabric's softness speak for itself. His voice lowers, quieter, more intimate.] I can't imagine why else a man of your stature would be here alone...