Graceful oil wrestling match (For Iron Soldier)

For a moment, Daisuke did show some tender feelings towards his opponent as the two were face to face and she was oiling him up, the prince would brush some stray strands of her dark hair away from her face, very gently. Grace would look on him with surprise, but that's as far as the wrestling prince was willing to go before he spoke about her opponent and she was quickly reminded about the true nature of the wrestling prince. She was still being a sport, keeping her own facade as he did his.

She leaned in towards him after she finished with his abdomen, pressing herself against his oiled body as she reached to do the small of his back before parting ways. "Hmph! not a chance you're winning this, Grace" he would say before watching her grab a second bottle of oil after a pause. As the two conversed, he did slightly warm up to her. "Hmm perhaps I have been slightly unfair to you. Very well, I suppose I can admit that you beat me fairly in our last match......and the thought of a match between a wrestling prince and a wrestling princess does sound interesting, the winner being elevated to the position of King or Queen....the battle of wrestling royalty" he said as he looked down on her as she did his legs and knees, getting a good eye of her cleavage.

"Hmhm, rise then...my wrestling princess" he would gesture.