[ He knew it was always possible. He often got what he wanted but people weren't always predictable. He thinks that there's something good that he can say here in response to Mista's question. He only takes a second to think about exactly what words he wants to use, too. His blue eyes land rather intently on Mista, quietly observing him for a moment. There were things he rather liked about the other, at the top of that list was that he acted and reacted to him in a way that Ryo had hoped he would.

He had returned the kiss rather fervently, just when Ryo had needed him. He had given Ryo what he had silently asked for - the attention and touch that Iris craves and begs him for every month since he arrived here. The attention that he frequently denied himself. ]

I had hoped you wouldn't say no, but I know that it is always possible. You don't seem the type to turn down a request for help.

[ His request wasn't explicitly for help as far as Mista had known. But he still answered it as only an invitation. He shifts, hands moving up to cup Mista's cheeks as he takes a couple steps backwards, hoping the other would come with him, so he could fold his wings around the other a little more freely a little further into the room. ]