"I think it would just take some very nice lips around his weapon to convince him not to turn her in to anyone," Vasquez opines, not really up to snuff on his fairy tales, but he can try and fake it until he makes it. Grinning, he rips at the tights, enjoying how the fishnets give, and then there's just a good entrance to the thighs.

Perfect.

"What do you think?" he challenges, eyes bright.