[Ryou huffs, a childish pouting behavior. So sue him. He sure wishes he could be the one on the sofa, so he could wrap himself around Atem properly. There's nothing he'd like better than to be the one with Atem on his lap, rather than the other way around.

Alas...]

Of course I can! I can go out and buy whatever I like to eat!

[He knows that's not what Atem means but all the same.]

Still, um. I'm glad I don't...smell bad? If that doesn't sound weird.