Ankh could resist her more, kiss her anyway for as hard as that is with her firm grip, but instead he just goes for half stubborn. He kisses as slow as possible down Hina's still covered stomach, the urgent pace from the roof gone as he seemed content to kiss through the thin fabric each inch of her skin. Fingers barely sliding up her shirt and hands resting on her hips, but making no move to pull it up yet.

He's aware of Eiji joining them but for now just listens for what the man does next as his thumbs gradually stroke back and forth, enjoying the warmth of Hina's skin as he finally starts to slowly slide the shirt up.