Seirin blushed in the dark, watching him produce a small cloth and unwrap it -- some sort of light? He'd probably seen one before or used one before, but maybe not. Hiding out in a damp cave while rain absolutely<em>hammered</em>the forest outside was not something the Tiefling often did. In fact, being trapped out in a rain storm like this was the sort of thing that made them frightening, rather than exciting. He turned his head back towards the light and to his surprise -- although he should have expected it -- the Tiefling was treated to the sight of the Ulfen removing his trousers, exposing his entire frame, from muscled legs to a powerful core, and even a cock to boot.<br/><br/>Realizing where his eyes went, they snapped back up to his face. "N-no." Sh-- he responded to the thought of being stripped down, even as he wrapped his arms about himself and struggled to keep his teeth from chattering. Seirin was going to ask what he was insinuating, the male out right propositioned him. This he expected; the signs were all there. Seirin had certainly welcomed them, and if they hadn't been working on an important task, he might have tried to take it as far himself. But when the Tiefling  let his eyes wander once more down his form, to where Theos was stroking himself to hardness right infront of the Tiefling -- while looking at him no less!<br/><br/>Seiring shifted his legs together and brought his hands to his lap. The bone chilling storm had cooled him off and softened him, but Theos had undone all the work mother nature had put in. Who could blame him after seeing that cock grow and grow in thickness and length over them? His tail shifted around behind him, wings stretching out and moving his soaked hair.<br/><br/>"Do you promise?" Seirin asked, caving[hah] in to the idea despite his fear. What else was there to do? He could drink a potion, but... he had his rapier. And if it came down to Theos being close-minded and angry after finding out what was waiting between Seirin's legs, he could always run him through, right? The Tiefling inhaled, standing up. "I..." He said, shying away once more. The Tiefling reached up to undo the straps and buttons that bound his studded leather chest piece, and pulled the laces free of any other extrenous clothing -- everything but his skirt. And he was careful to turn away from Theos, like he was trying to hide his flat chest -- though surely the Ulfen must have noticed it, as he never made an attempt to hide it.<br/><br/>"Well. It's impossible to hide it. I hope you won't go back on your word, you rogue."<br/><br/>Seirin peeled off his soaking wet skirt and what laid underneath from his feminine hips and rear, turning around to show Theos his front again, a red hand doing its best to hide his smaller, red member. Seirin all in all wasn't that short, but unlike Theos, the Tiefling did not have any notable thickness. His balls weren't anything worth mentioning either, except for the fact that the Tiefling seemed devoid of hair below the neck.<br/><br/>Seirin watched him with a worried expression, free hand lingering near the hilt of his rapier, which was now leaned against a rock. Oh, the things he'd risk to be a princess -- why did Theos know just the right way to get him? Why did the rain have to soak him, and force the issue? All these worried thoughts would go away the moment he saw a verdict from the pathfinder. It wasn't as if Seirin didn't want this -- it was only that he was worried he wouldn't get it.