[What were they talking about again...? Oh, right, Kazuya's ability to set his own boundaries and everything. He's made it clear. So, Scott should just leave it alone now. ...Yeah, just leave it alone so that he can shove his hand inside his swim trunks and give himself the relief that he definitely deserves... sounds great. He shifts uncomfortably, throat visibly bobbing, gaze starting to become a little unfocused.

He'll just... blame his suit too for this overall reaction. Yeah, taking responsibility for himself, but.]

It's not thinking that you can't take care of yourself. You're the demon lord, as you have made clear. But... [Scott's eyes squeezes behind his shades, mind slowly turning off track once more as another surge of that nearly overwhelming sensation rips through him. Okay, maybe this conversation can be wrapped up soon. He lets himself settle on a nearby longue chair, not thinking how he looks as he keeps his legs spread to show the obvious bulge pressing against his swimwear as he gazes at the young demon.]

Everything here happens at a fast pace. Not to mention how the casino itself influences people-- and don't say that it doesn't affect you at all, I know it does. [...] Did you want to do anything in particular with me? That we weren't able to?