Hakkai presses a soft kiss to Eiffel's temple in answer to the kiss on his hand, then gently frees his fingers as Eiffel slumps into predicted unconsciousness and eases the last deep bite-bruise.

He nestles in on Eiffel's other side, taking Jedao's hand as he reaches out, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Three minutes," he estimates, and flashes Jedao a small sweet smile. "Good guess, Jedao-shei."

Absently, he kicks the still- caught slacks off his ankle, and nestles in closer. He's willing to risk Edwin bursting in for the simple pleasure of feeling them both curled against him as they subside into sleep -- this once, anyway.