[It's painfully ridiculous how quickly everything comes to a halt, watching Angela try and put herself back into order as if they hadn't both been ready to lose themselves in each other just a moment earlier. All Genji can do is drop his head and laugh in exasperation, complying without protest to the pressure of her hand.]

Or you need a new bed.

[He wraps her in his arms and sighs, closing his eyes for a moment when she nuzzles in against his face. The gentle, almost innocent affection means just as much as the kisses and grasping hands earlier, if not more so, and in a way he might be glad that this is how it turned out. He reaches a hand behind her and sneaks loose her ponytail so he can card his fingers back through her hair, deftly working free the little tangles in the way.]

I don't know. [There was still the matter of the recall, and it's the last thing he wants to think about right now. It also happens to be the thorn around which everything else revolves.] I doubt your superiors will take kindly to my presence here with you, once word reaches them of the recall. Staying could jeopardize your status.

You mentioned Prague?