"Days? Hmm.." Damion raised his brow.  "So let me get this straight.  Someone locked up your junk days ago and now you bring me down here an give me the key after violating my feet? Something is fucked up here, Pookie." he stepped away from the bear and casually strolled the room using the key in his hand to poke and tap at things as he passed and inspected them.  He had no pants on to tuck it away in his pockets so he held it.  "I'm kinda feeling like an after thought, like guy number two because number one is on vacation right now. I need you to make me feel special Pookie. Give me a reason not to walk out the door."  Because he did not want to in the least.  He did however need to know where he stood.