[Riku keeps his face still and passive, but his eyes avoid looking directly at Roxas. He's not ashamed or embarrassed or even glad at this declaration. It's not that Riku was happy about being sat on like that, but there's something weird about the idea of being drained from the wrist. Something almost... impersonal?

Not that he's going to say that to the other right now. It's better that he tries to figure this out himself first. Maybe Roxas likes it on the neck better than the wrist? It's something that's just striking him now.

A sigh as he grabs his bag.] It's fine. Bite me wherever you like. It doesn't matter.

...Yeah, I did. If it's still there, it'll be outside the fence. If not, it's no big deal.