"Sir, I am not one for measuring my own genitals that sai-"

he'd give into the occasional jerk of his rod, eager to have some much needed attention.

"...You'd best keep this quiet, do you hear me? I do not need this getting back to the wrong people."

Watching Trenor moving closer, brushing past his corvid wing only to take grasp along his rather sensitive length throbbing at the stranger's touch and further a drip of pre leaking off the tip.

"T-that may be the case, yes, however, you're rather bold to reach for one's 'sword'..."

Following the reptile's gesturing and movement towards him Griff gazed down, barely able to see over the tip of his chest piece.

"I- I suppose that is the case isn't it?"

Taking a wing to modestly cover himself. Thank Arceus it's a large wing at that.

"I hadn't meant to be so indecent traveller!"

He's still very unaware about his... situation.

"You mean the armour? Yes, it's very shiny, a little too much at times. That said, some could find it suiting."

His cod piece has uh.

Abandoned it's station lets say.

His cock and balls just hanging out.

Taking off some of his armour.

This'll... take a good while.