Pookie was plenty occupied with Damion's feet. His tongue explored what it could. Soon though, in a small fit of irritation, the bear took a solid hold of the man's pant cuffs and gave a yank, tossing the garment aside. With a grin his hands moved over the human's now exposed legs. It seemed, he couldn't care less about what Damion was packing in his pants, beyond his legs.