[ that's more or less what tseng expected. he isn't the shy type, as evidenced by their first meeting—he would gladly get her off in an elevator, or in a hallway alcove, or wherever they managed to find space. but if nothing else he does want navia to be comfortable, and the bungalows seem like their best shot at that.

he glances down at her when she squeezes his hand, responding in kind with a small but genuine smile. ]

It's my pleasure. [ a pause. ] And yours, too, I hope.

[ literally.

one of the bungalows is indeed still free as they approach, and the staff are more than willing to make themselves scarce when they see tseng approach. (one of the only perks of having a face card for a rank—the staff are generally quite accommodating.) he leads navia inside, then releases her hand to close the slatted wooden doors that face out onto the sand. it won't provide complete privacy, but at least they won't be quite as exposed.

once that's done, and with a quickness, tseng turns back to navia and puts his hands at her waist to guide her back toward the bed. ]

If there's anything you'd rather I not do, or anywhere you'd rather I not touch, tell me now.