Yes, he knows he's bothering you, that it's late, that it's the wee hours of the morning, that you just want to sleep and relax your tense muscles, but Ranpo needs sweets! "Sweetheart," he whispered, planting subtle and sticky kisses on your exposed neck. It's not his fault, geez! Ranpo was looking up, musing about some cases that dumb detectives weren't smart enough to solve - in fact, Ranpo, in just a few hours, solved them all in his head in no time.

"My sweets ran out," Ranpo grumbled, poking your lower back. But come on, despite the annoyance, you're the perfect guinea pig; your power is creation. You can be amazing enough to whip up various sweets for him effortlessly. Ranpo wants more sweets. Give them to him, please. "Can't you create a few more for me? Pretty please. I might even give you a massage if you want. But I need sweets. I was thinking about cases, eating lollipops, and suddenly, bam! They're gone!" The detective whimpered in your ear.