Stood there idle, listening to her short story, appearing rather relieved that it didn't go on for as long it could have done. He didn't look at her body, or at least he made vain attempts to hide his interest. Without much deliberation on his part, he thought about it and then gave up without an argument, walking out from the room they were occupying to recover the formal gear for privates, lifting up a mantle, leaving her to her own devices for the time being. He hauled it through the courtyard, hearing something off in the distance, sounded like another riot.<br/><br/>" Those are getting closer to HQ every single da-.. "<br/><br/>He couldn't finish his sentance, having just walked through the door, baring witness to the sight before him as he dropped everything that he once held, all of the standard, freshly cleaned pieces of armor falling to the floor with a harsh clatter. He watched for some time, both of his sharpened hazel-nut hues aimed at her crotch, watching her slip her fingers into the anticipating snatch one by one, his own fingers pictured there within his imagination, he began to let himself wander.<br/><br/>" No. Enough of this. "<br/><br/>He announced through his firm set of gritted teeth, kicking everything he had brought with him to one side. It was actually a bit of a peculiar predicament, seeing a superior rank lying before him like this in a somewhat compromising position, not that he had any major complaints. Un-affected by the blossoms entirely, his lust was the focial point of his desire and his intention was un-tainted. " We'll save getting you dressed till after you 'repay' me then, eh? " Growling out his words, he strode over in her direction with his impressive bulge almost pushing apart the chain links surrounding his groin. He didn't need those for long, Martin swiftly disposed of his leggings, with a swift motion, ever suggesting his needs were rising at an alarming rate.<br/><br/>It would fall down in-front of her, his masculine lengh, standing up, rigid between his lengh, he was of quite the size for his height and build and by no means did he require compensation. It left a shadow on the ground beneath them, swaying, still flexible between his legs, as it dangled towards her as if stating, 'Fuck me'. Martin marched over to her, his first action would be to peel off his leatherbound gloves, reaching down to prize her fingers away, only to replace them with his own stubly digits, working them in and out like keys on a piano, evaluating his 'prize' for having brought her here as promised before. ( Yeah, sorry about that. xP )<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>