It was kind of interesting, letting her take the initiative like this. Aiko's wide eyed curiosity as she poured over every little detail. All the concentration in those soulful eyes. Getting her to show more spine was some of the most rewarding parts of knowing her. This slowly awakening daring was gratifying in more ways than one.<br/><br/>For the most part, he let her explore as her heart desired. He trusted her implicitly, knowing her to be one of very few people who wouldn't abuse that kind of faith. Whenever her hands wandered back over a spot twice, though, he'd give a small flex as feedback. A playful little poke back at her, like a game. Just because he'd let Aiko take the lead didn't mean he'd just sit underneath her the whole time.<br/><br/>When she looked back up, he definitely seemed happy with what she was doing. Tarrok couldn't take his eyes off her. She could see his face warm as her hands travelled him. Transfixed as he was, her sudden bolting was a complete surprise. Not that she needed the second head start as he tried to reorient himself.<br/><br/>Tarrok muttered something as he chased right after her. Of course she would prohibit his powers for a laugh. Aiko always won a race when the playing field got levelled. The saiyan wasn't slow by any means, able to run for miles without issue. Aiko was simply all about speed, built with springs for legs and very little to weigh her down.<br/><br/>So it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone involved when Tarrok came in second. Only by a few seconds, but still second place. One day he'd have to find a way of outsmarting her and winning. At least once, just to see if he could.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"So does this make me a rotten egg, or...?"</span>Tarrok asked glibly. He slid down the top of the suit, baring his waist. At the very least, it was always the most involved part of getting the damn thing off. Better to do it now than when she was on top of him and both of them were impatient.