Ankh is happy to leave a sloppy kiss to Hina's cheek, before he presses their cheeks back together, eyes open and half lidded now and breath short, the Greed covered in sweat from the exertion and caring about nothing but getting as much gratification as possible.

He isn't happy with the pause, almost snarling at Eiji with the frown he gives him as he bites out. "I'm not delicate Eiji." Ankh slaps his hips back to force the man to impale him in one fast motion, momentary breathless from the sudden spike of pleasure and pain from the action.