The scarred man pushed her back at an arms length and then sat down in his recently vacated chair.  He unbuttoned his fly and peeled the trousers open.  Beneath was the soft, well worn linen of his undergarments, hiding his bulge.  He smiled, "Why don't you see what you can do with this?  These two young bloods would likely jump on a meal and eat it so fast they would choke, but I know how to enjoy a dish and take time.  Lets make them wait and you can start with me, eh?"<br/><br/>His grin was soft, but his eyes were predatory as he took in Brea's form.  Her keen eyesight told her that he wasn't stiffening in his pants yet, but that his eager gaze said he had no problem with women.