[He whimpers, softly, as she rubs up against him; there's not much to either of their costumes, and the thin, wet fabric makes the heat of her painfully evident. He can't quite help the way his hips rock forward against her, but he has the presence of mind to fluff dark when she reaches for his obi, reaching to take hold of her hands]

X-Xia. We gotta -

We gotta get inside.