Hakkai breathes against his neck, sweaty and shuddering, for some time before his pounding heart eases and his thoughts fall back into something like a rational order.

Eventually -- without moving an inch, words muffled by Eiffel's skin -- he mutters with a tone of distinct amusement, "I was going to give in and throw our pants to the wind." And the it was too late. He's still floating, unstrung and limp with satisfaction, unable to scrape up the least iota of regret.