[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

"Hell, I could be asking you the same questions," he responded quietly, looking down at her chest stretching [i]his[/i] shirt. When he heard Aiden proclaim the reasons they were in the predicament, he reacted on instinct and embarrassment. Sliding from beneath Cyn with little regard, he grabbed the nearest table and threw it towards him. 

"Damn you and that Black Mamba coward! There's your fucking hug, Ice Boy!" he barked, propping a foot on a table filled with still rousing Guild Members. "Its all fun and games till someone get burns." He smiled fiercely and ignited his body, the heat flowing off him made the air parch and dry. 

A second later and he had thrown the entire guild into a uproar. With a harsh stomp he flipped the table he had stepped on into the air and threw it at the laughing brat from earlier. "What's so fucking funny! I'll roast you all till Hell complains its too damn hot!" 

He spouted fire from his mouth at a comically low temperature as he roared in protest and rallied the guild into a make-shift riot. No one dressed him up like girl and didn't have to face the mayhem that would ensue. When the mayhem was in full swing, he dropped down from the table and walked up to Cyn, ducking a bottle that twirled through the air and smashed against the wall. 

Tugging on his shirt, just a few inches separating his fingers and her breast, he casually said. "I'm going to need my clothes back, yours are too tight. I swear I'm going to pound that Aiden after I get changed."