Dorian's eyes watched as she discarded her pants. It was always a bit of a turn on for him when a woman took charge the way she tugged him forward, it pushed his body a little further. He was already straining against the deniem. He wished he had wore his slacks or something else but he didn't need to worry, he knew the beautiful fighter would set him free. While she worked on that he reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head tossing it off into the dark depths of the room. His eyes returning to her to watch her work his pants. He liked reactions, he wanted to see hers knowing how few lovers she had had.