It's an easy thing to get caught up in. His entire body is responding to the engagement, anticipation and experience replacing what was once novice sensitivity. He knows what to expect now, which makes him confident instead of clumsy, and his own hands are straying to Cesar's fly, fingers busying themselves with the closures there, and it isn't until Cesar's breaking the current heavy kiss that he glances up, first at Cesar, then following his deer-in-the-headlights gaze to the stunned Misa.

He really has no idea what the etiquette is for this situation.

"Could you go... I mean, would you like to join... I mean hi Misa," he rattles off disjointedly, sitting up himself before realizing that he's really much, much better off lying on his stomach on top of Cesar, a position he returns to hastily even if it abruptly truncates Cesar's attempt to sit up. The boxers he's wearing provide little in the way of coverage, especially given his current state.