Eiji's quick to nod, biting at his lip as Ankh's fingers moving over his dick. "I can do that," he breathes, tilting his head to look down at Ankh. It'll go a long way toward making Ankh look--debauched. Filled. Both of which are looks he very much likes on Ankh.

His fingers twitch within Hina, and while he'd like to see if he can't manage to get her to come from this alone, he's already thinking about how quickly he can get to the bedside table. She really does do so much for them (like flying them to Paris with her to wander the city while she worked, like sending Eiji to far off place with a smile on her face for years and years, like, well, like helping Ankh design a rainbow dick), and even if he could resist her soft orders he wouldn't.

"I can definitely do that," he repeats, eyes flicking between Hina and Ankh.