Setsun, if seems, is quite naive, as he still has no idea what is going on. "W-what are you doing! I conceed, the fight is over! There is no more need urk-" he coughed as the beastman squeezed him a little more, his large hand wrapped around the waist of his trousers and threatening to do a similar thing as it did to his shirt. He couldn't understand it. What was the male doing? "P-please! Accept my surrender!" The male smell was starting to get to him, a powerful musk seemingly given off by the creature's entire body. "L-let me go! Let me go, dammit!"