Sora sticks his legs out to the side obediently, very obviously poking his nose into whatever Soldat's doing. "Oh, so it's more of a mess than it is hard to make." He thinks for a moment! "I could do the kneading part for you? You know me." He flexes. He's marginally less noodly than before, but he's never gonna not be small. It's very cheesy no matter how much muscle he fails to put on, though.