[Ryou feels the tendrils curl around him, holding him close. He's not scared of Atem. He regrets hurting monsters in service of his own goals, but what they'd done...he'd never take it back. Even if it hurts, even if he has to find a way to satisfy that cold, unyielding monster inside...their powers were obtained for a reason.

So he kisses Atem until he can't kiss him anymore, until his tail's curled right back around the vampire's waist like a silly little fur-tipped belt, and by the time they part...Ryou's breathless and relaxed.]

...It goes without saying, I think...that we should have a few days in, right?

If you're not busy...[Ha ha.]...we could play poker and drink wine and forget that I'm an idiot for a little while.

[It's just a suggestion, and he's being (partly) facetious about the "idiot" thing. He just wants to find something that Atem wants to do, and so gives several suggestions wrapped in one.]

Or we could stay here in bed. Anything you like.