Davian was getting hopeful with the way Ripley moved. She'd never voluntarily touched him before, at least not when it wasn't smacking him, and he thought maybe this would be the time she actually flashed him. He couldn't help the hardness that grew in his pants, especially as she held his eyes and came closer. His self-imposed celibacy was wearing him down, but every time this happened, all Davian had to do was think of a certain blonde haired boy with wings and how it felt to be held by him.
He'd done it before, and he'd do it again, and Davian pulled out a sarcastic smirk and ignored the craving desire to just reach out and grab Ripley, kiss her, tumble onto the floor and just finally have his way with her - and her big breasts. He swallowed hard and chuckled. "Figures," he lamented on her not bringing the girls out.