[color=f7941d]"Oh fer fooks sake! Of course you need a dog license on this over-chromed rock."[/color] Colin sighed as he was offered the tea. Colin wasn't to sure he could trust these two and whatever they had in that teapot. But, Colin's mother taught him his manners and he took the offered cup."Hound say Hi." was a common command to Hound, to let him know that this person was safe to approach. Hound followed the cue and walked up to Marco's spot on the couch, placing one paw on the open cushion to see if Dogs were allowed on couches here. [color=f7941d]" No, not G-Men, I've yet to screw up that bad. No, some mean looking Sykrott in Nova took some unknown offense to Hound or meself. Was making his way towards us, full of piss and vinegar. Now Hound here is a veteran of foreign wars, a fierce combatant. But meself, more of a lad of the arts and sciences. These Sykrotts, I've seen 'em fight before, and this angry git was the biggest one I've seen. So we set our boots out the door like hellfire on our heels. That's when the Fates lead me to your lovely, um... explosives emporium." [/color]Colin gulped some tea down realizing the array of weaponry he was surrounded by, and the hardy machine gun in the ginger's hands. He added the rest of the sugar to his cup.[i] Dark as night and sweet as sin as Ma use to say.[/i] Colin turned his head slowly, back to the blonde man, trying to hide his worried face behind the tea cup.[color=f7941d] " Is this your emporium, Boss?"[/color]