[HAH. that's the spirit. Akira snorts as he finally hops out of bed, hands linked and raised above his head in a biiiiig stretch]

Yeah, maybe in your dreams.

[it's nice to know that despite the uncertainties. . . there's still a part of Scott that is willing to bite, however gently, however playfully. he seems like a guy who has a lot on his shoulders-- not just here, at the resort, but. . . at home as well. and if Akira is good for anything, he thinks it's being a shoulder to lean on when things get rough]

I'm Kurusu Akira, by the way. But just Akira is fine.

[a beat. and then, cheekily]

No point in using formalities when we have officially shared a bed.