[Yusuke is lazily walking around the room, letting his new guest take in the new 'commodities' for the night. But his eyes never truly leave him; he even follows his gaze as he stares at the painting of Akechi. It makes him smirk a little, but he says nothing.

He walks over to the coffee table, picks up a wrapped-up chocolate, and starts fiddling with it,] A favor... now that is something I haven't dealt with. I never had a chance to have someone owe me a favor.

[He unwraps the treat loudly and eats it, taking a seat on the lounger and leaning back fully, lying down with his upper body propped up by the pillows, tails surrounding him and flopping over his lap and legs like some fluffed-up blanket.]

What kind of favor can you offer? I do not know what you do.