[The corners of Aak's lips quirk up again. Picking a fight? He thinks it was pretty obvious what he was proposing. But it's true, as himself, he's here picking a fight. He's here to push Fuuta's buttons and rather that lay low long enough to find the funniest ones he's just started mashing a few at a time to see what he can see.]

[That set of presses hadn't broken the spell yet. He's still being spoken to with a kind of self-held authority. Rather than a helpless Fuuta yelling at the crazy system it was a guy trying to assert what was normal in a fundamentally abnormal place.]

[(Which Aak might think more kindly of, if not for the fact he was an abnormal thing.)]

... so, should I date someone first? Should I get 'em, [ahem] should I get them flowers?

[While Fuuta may have pulled away from his hand, Aak's now maintaining his own level of personal space. He's barely an inch away from Fuuta, trying to make it that much harder for the other man to keep averting his gaze.]

Oh, how about... if I just get into enough stuff that I never have to say I like it? Then it's not my fault.

[While Aak has gotten his lips pursed together and avoided the smile there he can't get rid of the smile in his eyes. It's his call on Fuuta and how he struggled against what this place wanted him to be. Aak has never had to struggle with it because he threw his standards under the bus a long time ago.]