Grey chuckled as the tension finally started bleeding out of the courtyard, then walked over and crouched beside Mensah, who was still lying on his back with one hand hovering protectively near his groin. Judging by the stiffness in his expression and the way his jaw kept clenching, he wasn't particularly interested in joking around anymore.
"She's hot, isn't she?" Grey asked anyway.
Amunet rolled her eyes and started walking back toward the others as though she hadn't heard him, which only encouraged Grey further. "I understand the jealousy," he said with a sage nod. "Her ass does feel amazing. Too bad that's not for you to know."
"Do you want your balls crushed next?" Amunet hissed without turning around, and Grey grinned while wisely deciding not to answer her directly. Instead, he kept his attention on Mensah, the humor remaining in his expression even as something colder settled underneath it.
