[There's a tiny, barely muffled squeak when that hand overlaps his own—how dare Ain use his own techniques against him?! But it only gets worse from there. Somehow Ain ends up draped across his lap and they're basically holding both hands. It takes way, way too much willpower just to keep his body still, especially with that stupid cowlick brushing against his chin. He has no choice but to move the holoscreen out of the way, still stubbornly pretending that he's paying attention to any of the readings on it.

... well, maybe he should be, because his heartrate is close to giving off an abnormality warning. Alas, that's not something he can really control in this position. If only he had the foresight to replace his heart with a Nasod implant just to avoid this type of thing...

but anyway, Ain is calling him out (the bitch) and he can't stay quiet about it. That would also be a sign of weakness. Add clears his throat with a huff, trying to keep his voice level despite the circumstances.]

Affectionate? I'm just sick of you squirming around like an obnoxious little bug.

If you're going to insist on irritating me, then you're gonna have to wait until I'm done with you this time. Kekekekeke...

[the laugh awkwardly trails out a little too long, but that's pretty normal for Add tbh]