[ The one getting...what? Tamaki might've just missed the general direction Takane's words were going towards. He might not be a guy with sex on the mind all the time, but as those buttons come undone he's quick to glance toward what he had so pointedly avoided. Takane was showing signs of being on board, so sneaking a peek shouldn't be that bad. It was definitely a sight he'd regret missing. Objectively, Tamaki knew how to be vocal about pointing out sex appeal even in his closest of friends. Being so blunt about it with a girl, however..might not get him so far. Still, there were no rules written anywhere about appreciating the cleavage of a very willing comrade. With all that staring, though, Tamaki finds it hard to multitask, and his reply to Takane comes from a faraway place in his mind, ]

If you're fine, I'm fine... it's not like we'll get in trouble here.

[ It should be nearly impossible to walk into a scandal here. So, as weird as it was, maybe it wasn't such a bad predicament to be stuck in. Not that something like a girl's sentient tentacles groping him was realistic back home, anyway. Point is, enjoying freedom wouldn't hurt anyone here. Good thing, too, since whatever viscous thing was coming in contact with Tamaki's skin began to have certain effects on him.

And so, for the sake of helping a friend, and now himself, he reaches over and laces his fingers in return, looking back down at Takane's cleavage reassuringly. ]

It's gonna be a little hard to help you out like this, though. [ He shifts in place as s if to make a point about being immobilized. ] So...what's the plan?