Verdict

 Marco woke up the following morning with a slight spring in his step. He'd enjoyed his company, even though the woman hadn't lasted nearly as long as he'd wanted.. 'I hope Skye's thresholds are much higher than that poor excuse for an imitation's..'

 As the thought crossed his mind, Marco finished his morning routine, then stepped outside of his quarters to find Draco waiting for him. He bowed to his King, then inquired about his night. All Marco would say was that he was mildly satisfied, but would never be sated until he had Skye.

 Draco nodded along, somewhat understanding his perspective. He'd experienced an unscratchable inch not long ago, but his King was gracious enough to grant him the ability to scratch it. Now, he had his outlet, and frequently made Karena beg for death.

 As a dark smile stretched across his face, Marco interrupted Draco's daydreaming when he asked; "Did you fulfill your task?"