Ryo had just gotten his face back to normal til Saint had said that. Then if flushes again. "Yeah...I'm happiest...when I'm cooking." he says honestly. "And that is a good thing...Italian may be my specialty...but I am a good chef in all types of cooking. From oriental to american." he says proudly. Then blushes again. He blinks. He'd actually said he was a good friend. That made him happier and feel accepted for once. He shakes his head. "Yeah...mom told me...I was lucky to never have to meet my dad." he says honestly. "My mom was my family. I've never had an older male figure to look up to." he says honestly. Grinning at him. "But your tough and cool Saint." he says happily. He blinks. "Um...okay." he says softly. "I'd do anything to help you Saint. I really would. Your my friend and I like it when your happy and..." he looks down. "...I like it when your smiling." he says. Putting pasta on plates. "You'll have to at least give me a name and last name...i may end up needing to hack into government files to find out stuff...but I'll do what I can." he says happily.