Quinlan's head turned toward Black Fang on command as if he were possessed. He simply didn't have the option to resist.
But at the same time, having already expected her man's reaction before Black Fang's clothes hit the floor and the neuron activation occurred in Quinlan's head, Vex's hand shot out like lightning and grabbed his chin before he could turn.
At the same time, Ayame's elbow buried itself cleanly into his side.
The combined assault stopped him dead in his tracks - or rather, in mid-turn.
A pained, low whimper escaped him. "Ow… Why…" he muttered, sounding like a man whose very soul had been denied its purpose.
Both women gave him matching looks of unimpressed disapproval.
When he tried again, tilting his head just a fraction as though his neck had a mind of its own, the two blocked him in perfect synchronization. One hand, one elbow, one mission: stopping their man from becoming a full-on lecherous pervert.
