[ How is he supposed to say no to that? Ren can't. His eyes flicker towards the steam rising lazily from the pot. It's only simmering; it'll be fine if he leaves for a little bit, won't it? Leaving the kitchen while a pot is on the stove is the sort of thing Sojiro would tear him a new one for, but he's not here to see it, and the press of Ryuji's hands onto his skin cuts right through any sense of safety or responsibility Ren has. ]

... Okay. [ And once again, he allows the mask to slip, just briefly: ] But if you distract me too long and the building burns down, you're taking the blame for it.

[ Humor flashes over his features before dissipating again. Ren slips his arms free from the grip, only to slide his hand into Ryuji's, just like they were earlier.

The grip allows him to lead the way out of the kitchen, glancing back as a suggestion comes to mind. It would have to be quick, but... ]

Maybe you'd be interested in that massage while we wait? [ And Ren is the one talking about possibly being distracted. ]