Damian grinned with equal measures amusement and skepticism at Zamala’s promise. If there was one thing he learned when dealing with kittygirls, it’s how fickle they can be. Sure, at that moment she may have every intention on repaying him, but after an exhausting orgy there was no telling how well that would stay lodged in her memory. Though, it was still an intriguing thought all the same. He felt Kyuui press closer against him as the man touched her shoulder and wondered if the fan was aware of the danger that came with doing so. Not from him, the fighter was content with letting matters play out as they may while remaining an entirely neutral party; it was the woman clinging to his side that was an expert of the more subtle, sneaky, and unpleasant ways of killing. Damian would simply cleave a foe in two and have done. Kyuui likely had enough poison on her to make a living body suffer all sorts of unpleasant and agonizing symptoms.<br/><br/>As Zamala continued to coax the Kyuui, Damian directed his attention towards the winner.<strong>”I’m glad to hear it.”</strong>He said in reference to the promise of being a courteous lover.<strong>”Because if any of the three come to me with any sort of complaint about your actions, you and I will have words.”</strong>Even as he spoke that, the amused smile remained fixed on his face and was punctuated by a wink. It wasn’t a threat or bully tactic, just a simple statement of fact that he should be respectful to the wishes of his bandmates.