Because of the witch's spell, Damon was on the lookout for a prince, and not a princess. He was now filled with sexual desires for other men and he wanted to fulfill his demanding needs as soon as possible. His tastes went towards male frogs too but as he hopped on a few in order to satisfy his mounting sexual needs, he realized that they themselves were not interested at all. They merely wanted to mate with female and reproduce. For them, reproduction was the sole reason for living and females were what they wanted. Pleasure with females and the chance to perpetuate their genes. A lone frog playing for the other team was a mere nuisance and a waste of time. They moved away from Damon as soon as they grasped that the former human was not of the right sex. They croaked their annoyance and hopped and swam away from the gay frog. Damon uttered forlorn ribbits but reflected that he preferred kissing a human anyway. Kissing a handsome hunk was what really turned him on. Male frogs were just there as the only solution to tide him until something much, much better. And indeed his ardent desire got answered a few days later as a handsome young man in his early twenties, arrived upon a great big horse and decided to swim a little to freshen up and scrub himself a bit. He found the croaks of frogs very relaxing as well. Amongst the other frogs, Damon was croaking the loudest, croaking his intense and sudden burning love for the man, who must be a prince based on his very, very expensive regalia. Overcome by lust, Damon jumped and landed squarely upon the prince's face. Damon's slimy mouth met the prince's face. A horror for the prince, but a true heavenly delight for the former man. A puff of smoke later, Damon and the prince were staring at each other in earnest, Damon more than ready to commit his burning passion to his new love. He was utterly smitten by him already and in his eyes, it was for certain love at first sight.