[Akechi would probably smack him if he called it cuddling, he is simply leeching heat from his live-in space heater, thank you. He claims the phone, squints at it, and sets it aside near the foot of the bed. It's within reach, but he doesn't want to try focusing on it, right then. He considers the question and makes a face at him.] What have I said about making exceptions, Kurusu. If I can manage the stairs I will eat later, I'll have to if I aim to survive both Sae-san and your entourage visiting. You needn't entice me with carrots.