Oh, well that seemed to have worked. Tarrok busied himself with finishing the bowl in his hands while the feline did the same. Avoiding staring was a bit tougher than it looked on paper. Discretely, the saiyans tail slipped to hers, shaggy white meeting smooth black.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You know, I really don't have any grounds to refute that."</span>Tarrok admitted. Most his meals growing up had been raw and uncooked meat, rations and refuse. That and saiyan stomaches were built to break down and consume almost anything. Picky was not a term that could be used to describe his palate.<br/><br/>That last bit earned her a scratching back. She paid everything so much attention and love. It was easily one of her finer qualities, though that implied she had lesser qualities. His hand turned around, getting in good behind the ears.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, he had an Aiko in his lap. On the one hand, they'd come out to do something other than sex. On the other, he had an Aiko in his lap. The mercenary kissed back just as lively, tongue against hers. One hand drew across her waist and pulled her close, the other looping low around her butt. More than anything, he just wanted her.