[They should never have been allowed to be a demon and a pooka at the same time. Atem presses his face back against that hand, keeping eye contact.]

You're not allowed to leave here on my account. Not until you've picked out the piercing you want. I'm not letting what's in your pants make the decision to quit!

[He takes the hand on his face and places his own hand on top of it, interlacing the fingers, and pulling it away just far enough to plant a kiss in Ryou's palm. They're being disgusting, but at least they're being quiet about it.]

Then I'll decide if I'd pierce my tongue for you! Heh heh...

[And, lightning-fast, Atem turns from flirtatious teasing to plain old teasing. Deadpan:]

...or, there's what we talked about earlier.