[He has to admit, it does look intensely amusing to see Achilles' face as he draws backward, his intent to follow through and make that kiss much less transient written all over the features of his face. But it's not... incredibly long lived as Achilles has gotten him by the neck, proverbially and well, in actuality as well. His step backwards is met with a swaying step forward, and he's caught in this web, at least for now.

This is Paris, the most romantic city in the world, and here he is, above a closed bar in the middle of the revolution, and Achilles is just... taking entire jumps forward when what Ryuji really needed was the baby steps. You can't learn to waltz without knowing the box step.]

Oh, second? Sorry. Gonna have to jog my memory a bit. How the hell did that one go?

[Onto the makeshift bed he goes- it's not anything fancy by any stretch of the word- really just a few crates with some torn up blankets on top of it, but if Achilles doesn't mind, he guesses he doesn't either. Pushed a little bit more, and he dodges under Achilles' grasp of his shoulder, if only to sit down on it, looking up from his seated position to smirk. That rabbit motif might be true after all.]

You ever read those trashy magazines? Pretty sure that by the third kiss you're practically datin'. I don't wanna thrust that responsibility onto anyone.