<strong>"Yeah... that's probably a good idea."</strong>He said, seeing the logic behind Arina deciding to wash the male seed that had become tacky in her hair and on her flesh.  Damian couldn't help but think how fun it would be to have donated his own streams of decoration to her silky flesh or soft hair.  With a shake of his head, he jarred that idea loose from his mind as he fought the urge to fall to Corpse Corps' level no matter how appealing it may be.  Unfortunately the attempt to pull his mind out of the gutter had failed and various naughty fantasies ran through his mind.<br/><br/>Distracted as he was, he stepped away from Kyuui's side without realizing he was breaking the physical contact.  He made his way to his bed with his gaze miles off in the distance as he disarmed himself.  The huge sword was placed laying flat on the floor immediately next to his bed where it would be within reach.  The absurdity of its size was only made all the more evident as it proved to be longer from pummel to tip than the bed itself.  Then came his armor, which was set at the foot of the bed.  With the burden of his arms and armor off his shoulders, he laced his fingers and lifted them above his head in a full body stretch.  By the time he was done and snapped out of his daze, the wonton thoughts had already taken their toll as seen by the generous bulge in his pants.  Damian's gaze moved back to the kitsune as he flopped back to sit on his bed that led to a sigh of relief.<strong>"So, my little ninja, how were you wanting to spend to time together?"</strong>It would be obvious by the way he sat with his arms planted wide out on the bed that he was inviting her to join him at his side once more.