[Leorio is panting through his nose, taking greedy gulps of air while his mouth is occupied. After some time of fondling Alluka under her skirt, guided by her imploring hand, he bristles at how she withdraws, then feels a pang of the guilt and inhibition that he'd forgotten before. It comes with his next breath, and starts to clear his head. He removes his hand from her dress, quizzically staring at it at arm's length.

As the elevator goes upwards, he's wondering -]

What did we just do?

[Neither of them have an answer. The elevator stops, and the doors slowly open.]