Tarrok had locked eyes with a lot of people. To saiyans, it meant a direct challenge and more often than not, an implicit taunt the receiver was weaker than them. He'd stared down hundreds of opponents on too many bloody battlefields, from the first punch to their dying breath. The eyes of an eager challenger, the pain of a defeated warrior and the panic of people who did not want to die. These were things he was used to seeing in others eyes.<br/><br/>Aiko's eyes were something he had never before seen in all his life. She was sure as steel, but with none of the confident offense of a haughty young warrior in the making. She had a lot of time to come to this point of this particular conversation, and he saw it in her deep brown eyes. It was a clear sense of purpose that he honestly liked seeing in her.<br/><br/>Oh, and then their was someone downstairs who wanted to have a word in. Tarrok tried to bring his arms down, resting his elbow on one thigh and letting the forearm drape across his lap. This was a serious conversation, and it deserved the respect Aiko had invested in him. Which meant minimal distractions from the topic at hand. In shorthand: Not now, boner.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"O-Okay, Aiko. You sure about this?"</span>He asked.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Really sure? Because thats a lot of trust to put in one person. Do you want me because I'm here all the time, or because you think you have to? Because those are two very different beasts, and I don't want either to bite you in the ass."</span><br/><br/>Her tiny, smooth little perfect ass. Not now, boner.