Eiji always feels a little like Ankh is indulging him, when he feels like he should take it slow, and it's a little infuriating (everything about Ankh is a little infuriating). So at the patronizing squeeze, he moves, hauling Ankh closer until they're a hairsbreadth apart.

The roof is probably isolated enough no one can see them, anyway. Tourists in Paris didn't usually look out their window like the natives.