Sora soaked up the enjoyment of being carried by Riku. It was vastly different than being carried by his Father. Not better or worse, but different.
"You can more than suspect," the Prince informed him. He at least had been able to warn his Mother a bit, but his Father could possibly be downright shocked. Sora wasn't entirely sure.
Riku eat with him at the table at the castle? No, likely not. Roxas at times didn't even eat with him at the table. "You may be allowed in the hall," Sora replied logically. "But until we are formally engaged, it is unlikely." Which made him sad, he had been so used to sharing his meals with Riku. Sora nuzzled Riku a little bit, not wanting him to feel unloved at the sudden separation. "What do you think of a private dinner twice weekly, to start?"