Eiji can hear Hina's voice, with the door to the balcony wide open. "Ankh," he manages, between gasps, "An-kh. Hina-chan is downstairs!"

He's not doing a terribly good job of pushing Ankh away, though, bucking up into Ankh's hands at the crotch of his pants. "An-kh," he says, trying again, but one of his hands has found its way into Ankh's curls, and the other is tugging absently at Ankh's belt buckle.