Minato-kun, I'm worried about your tastes.

[ It's a joke, but it's also serious. Minato?? Please, you deserve a nicer girl than Ritsuka can really be.

But she's also unwilling to let go or pull back, so the complaining is mostly mumbled into his shoulder, her fingers flexing in his shirt. Even if she's saying that, she's still giving herself the permission to be greedy. Just for now. That's okay, right? ]

I'll kick your ass too. And then mine. We've gotta find you some nicer people to spoil you.