Chikage’s grin widened at her statement. “If only we could do anything without being interrupted. I highly doubt that would even be plausible.” His slender fingers moved the close the lapels of his hakama top. He then shifted to a kneeling position before rising to his feet. It was in deep troublesome that they had to deal with the other females in the house. Some of them were like small children; they were curious about how the act of intimacy were performed.<br/><br/>Not all of them had a resume like Natsu.<br/><br/>But he could see the frustration that Mishiko held. He could practically smell it fuming off her and seeping from her pores. He felt his mouth go dry and swallowed. The more he anticipated what<span style="font-style: italic"> would</span>happen, the hungrier he got. Clearing his throat, he tried to focus on leaving their current situation and putting themselves in a different situation. They could possibly go somewhere that maybe everyone wouldn’t know where they were.<br/><br/>But the more he tried to think it over and come up with an idea, the more he’d begun to feel an ache in his chest. His fangs remained long and his eyes were still bright. Chikage had been more than hungry for her. The sad part about it was that he hadn’t noticed up until he stood up on his feet.<br/><br/>The blond narrowed his eyes at the dark skinned female. His eyes began to trace her every curve and again he felt his mouth go dry. “The sooner we find someplace the better. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep playing this<span style="font-style: italic">civil </span>game with you.”