11-06-2015, 07:36 AM
Deimos rolled his eyes discretely. His business with whatever human affairs did not matter, but the Valaurian could not break the ice just yet. When the robot arrived to hand Ryne the papers, Deimos twisted his wrist slightly as the robot released an invisible spray out onto Ryne. It was a pheromone spray, something that would help him get distracted enough to ward him away from his "duties," which in all honesty were made up to make the male believe he was actually doing something important.
"You sure you don't want to get some rest?" He rubbed the Captain's arms slightly. He knew the male had to be attracted to him in some for or matter.
"You sure you don't want to get some rest?" He rubbed the Captain's arms slightly. He knew the male had to be attracted to him in some for or matter.