Taro
"Not a chance," Taro responded with the biggest, dumbest grin. He leaned to the side, looking past Forest at Damian, those sharp crimson locking with those cool blue ones on the dark knight. "Is it better than Alice's?"
Damian
Feels good.... he thought, feeling Valarie's plump but firm ass pressing against his tightening pants. It felt good to poke her like this again.
Damian shook his head, even after wrapping his arms around her waist. Thats right. The dark knight didn't need a lapdance, not now. Having Valarie give him a show, one just for him: he didn't need that kind of affection. No, he wasn't Taro. He had to keep the integrity of this meeting. Thats right all that mattered was the mission, nothing else. Although, perhaps thats why the queen favored him, that playfulness, the willingness to go along with her games....
NO!
Damian took a deep breath, his muscular chest pressing against Valarie's back before shrinking as the air flowed from his lips. "Taro, you know you can't bait me with such crass comments right? Besides, all that matters is I have the king on my lap."