Bryn's observant gaze missed nothing, even when it barely seemed that he was watching. He brought his hand up and then hit Taskill, hard. The blow, just with the back of his hand made a loud crack in the room, and sent Taskill off the side of the bed onto the floor with its force. Bryn's other hand grasped Midnight's neck, pushing him back, and down onto the bed, the force of his finger exerting impossible pressure on the Alicorn's whole body.<br/><br/>He looked down into Midnight's eyes, and smiled. He was hard now, and he brought his face down close to Midnight's and kissed him full on the lips. He sat back up, a hand trailing down Midnight's chest, keeping him pinned, apparently without much effort on Bryn's part.<br/><br/>"That attitude of yours doesn't require words, does it?" he said, "I see your wandering eyes. Is it Lyra you want to play with next? Hmm?"<br/><br/>He let Midnight go, moving halfway across the room faster than any human ought to have been able to, towards Lyra. As he approached, he reached out for her, his hands sliding over her body, one along her leg, the other moving to squeeze her breasts, his face coming close to hers.