You calmly explain that he has.

"Whoa!" You gasp, shuddering, suddenly feeling very ****. You swat back at Donald with your palm, hoping to deter him before his cock finds it's target.

Your instinct is to leap back, but you suppress it. Given Donald's position, and his state of excitement, that might only make matters worse.

Sensing your discomfort, the prince moves away.

"I'm sorry Edward, I must've gotten the wrong idea. I could've sworn you were-" He begins, his bravado replaced with sheepishness.

"W-whatever that was, I'm not interested." You say plainly.

Despite your unusually debauched upbringing, and a mother who saw both sexes as little more than playthings, you yourself had never felt anything but the conventional attraction to the fairer sex.

"Forgive me then." Donald says awkwardly. "I take it you'll be calling it a night?"

"Far from it." You answer with a grin. "After all, you had Daena go to all this trouble, getting undressed, would be a shame to waste that."

Donald chuckles, his usual gregariousness returning.

"Ever had spitroasted elf, Edward?" the bearded prince said wryly. The Beathan's prick far from your shithole, that sounded most appealing.

And besides, you thought slyly to yourself, you couldn't think of better leverage against a ruler than what Donald had just exposed to you.