[ The moment he says Morgana, he practically jolts. He hadn't even thought of Morgana suddenly coming back, sneaking up on them when things are just getting hot and heavy. Just imagining the scenario inside his head leaves him a little mortified and speechless.

But he pushes himself out of his own stupor. ]

What the hell? I-it's not like I'd be loud! Just what do you think I am?! [ ??? He's not a chick in an AV. He doesn't even make a peep at home when he's jerking off, because he's so paranoid about having someone hear him. ]

Alright, alright... I'll stay over. But I ain't doin' anythin' here. Even if she's not listening, it's still weird to do that kinda stuff in the old man's cafe. I feel like that's just askin' for trouble. [ He shifts uncomfortably where he stands, letting his bag drop from his chest and hang at his side. He's trying to be tough, which is obvious by the way he resumes his usual slouch and stuffs his hands in his pockets. ]

Let's go back to the bed. [ But don't get any funny ideas... He's not ready to pull his pants down, but then again, they've never gotten this far before. They've frenched maybe once, twice? But it never lasted, because they never have privacy. ] I'll text my mom.