[Well, that is nice, and for a moment he's happy to just lean into the touch and sigh contentedly. But then he starts trying to squirm free, laughing.]

You can have me all to yourself in a moment, alright? But I've been sweating like a whore in church all day and I kinda want something to drink right about now.

[And then, a bit probing and sly:]

And why're you trying to keep me out of the kitchen, anyway?