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[color=088A85] “ Seems like we should do something about that. Our food is getting quite cold and my drinks won’t serve themselves. Hey lady.” [/color] , Marxo called across to the maid that Nabil had just waved over. Just as he had said she was frozen in fear. This made Marxo agitated. He had grown weary of waiting for things, especially when only something as small as a woman stood in his way.

 [color=008A85] “ Would you mind keeping it down over there little girl. Me and my associate are trying to get some service and you seem to be interrupting. I understand you’re itching to be touched but I do believe those are just female hormones. Try to keep yourself under control.”[/color] , Marxo spoke almost as if he planned to say these words. It was more like a burst of anger with a calm undertone. He spoke as swiftly as the wind towards the elven-like female with bright orange and silver hair. Marxo didn’t indulge in fighting often because of his mix of attitudes but if that’s what the lady wanted , he’d be more than happy to oblidge. After all he was a killer before a gentlemen. [/center]