You were spending time with Damian. He had been taking ribbon dancing classes to help him achieve more agility while fighting. He had on what looked like a one piece. It went between his perfect ass cheeks. He began practicing right in front of you and after he was done he sat down beside you blushing profusely and glaring at you. "How'd I do?" He asked in a almost tired voice. He glared at you, he never liked you but he ass asking for your opinion. "And don't fucking laugh!"