What Souda wanted most was word-of-mouth advertising, anyway. The best way to thank him is to mention his name if someone needs a mechanic...

[Sorry, Atem's trying to explain this, but he's a little distracted, and slows down near the end of that sentence. Excuse him, sir, you have cookie crumbs on your face, and it's dumb and it's charming and what on earth is he supposed to do with this?]

You're terribly cute, you know.

[He brushes his thumb over the corner of Ryou's mouth, then leans in to plant a light, shallow kiss. Atem coughed canal water out of his lungs once, he's not afraid of cookie breath.]