He Ming heads for the couch first but doesn't sit down yet, hovering by the arm of it as he waits for Akihiro to catch up. At the offer of a drink he pauses and kicks his foot back and forth for a second.

"Ah, sure. Nothing too strong. Something sweet." He doesn't want to actually get drunk and have that get in the way.

After Akihiro finishes mixing drinks, He Ming plops down beside him on the couch. He's careful with the drink to avoid spilling it and only takes a few sips before setting it down in favor of taking the remote and starting to flick through the on-demand movies available. After settling in with the remote again, he's close enough to Akihiro on the couch for their thighs to press together.

"Any preferences?" he asks. He leans towards him, head tipping onto his shoulder.