The purple man balled the fresh condom up in his hand before he threw it onto the floor.
"Don't throw it like that!" Complained the queen, "My husband might find it."
"Don't worry, dear. I'll pick it up once we're done." Said Lars.
"You better!" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"It's really hard to feel intimidated by you while you're in this form." The purple man chuckled.
"Oh? Well then I guess I should shift back to my original form if my current one is a problem."
Lars shook his head, "No, no! Your current form is of no issue to me. In fact, I'm really enjoying this form of yours." Lars smiled.
"I'm glad you do, dear. I made myself look like the woman you're madly in love with, after all." Cynith spoke in a genuinely delighted tone and smiled back.
"Oh …" The purple man sat up and looked to the side.
"Huh?" The queen sat up as well, "What's wrong? I didn't say anything negative about it."
