[He hums, considering, almost maybe, but declines suggesting anything, ears flicking. He knows he probably made things uncomfortable by being so blatant outright, shoulders hunching as his tongue flicks out to lick the tip of his fangs. Yuugi tilts his head as he watches her flop, shifting to lean back on his hands as his fingers pick at her sheets. The dark of the trailer is kind of comforting, in an odd way like most of the carnival is comforting, and he feels his tail wag behind him.]

Well...the only way to know is to do something.

[Try things out. That was how he figured out he liked most games.]

So we should do something to figure out what's going to distract you the most.