Perhaps he could at least grind and fondle, not really caring who was watching. It's not as if he had any real attachments to Shura other than pure attraction and friendship. It didn't matter that she was an Exorcist right now. Not to mention he was curious the limitations of this bodysuit.

It doesn't stop him from leaning closer though, his fingers curling on the mattress underneath them, glancing over her frame. She's flaunting, on purpose, likely as stressed out as he is and who was he to deny her.

"Well, I cannot deny what habits I might've picked up when indulging in you, beautiful."

Heavy checkers and sweet tea.