The nail file she pulled out just made him shake his head. "Will you just calm down for a second? We're here to help you. Not hurt you."

"Speak for yourself," Devon groaned and shifted, patting his crotch to make sure everything was still there. "I think she broke something."

"Like there's enough there to break," she retorted. Devon's eyebrows raised and he just stared at her.

"I'd be more than happy to prove you wrong, Red."

"I'm sorry, I can't find my magnifying glass."

"Oh you won't need one with this." Devon stood, grabbing himself and glaring at her.

"Children!" Connor crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot. "Can we hurry up with this already? Come on, Devon, whip it out so she can say that it looks like a penis only smaller."

"I'll whip it out alright," the muscular black man grumbled. "Across your forehead."

Arianna snickered at that, grinning a little. "I don't know if you want to do that. I think he needs to keep all the brain cells he has now."

"What brain cells?" Devon grinned back. The blonde scowled at them both, looking irritated. Arianna took the moment to breathe a little, loosening her grip on the nail file. The three stood in a lopsided triangle and she glanced from man to man, touching a hand curiously to the side of her head.