"Well this isn't the answer to my question but...it's certainly not unwelcome." He said, allowing the item to be bestowed upon him, feeling a terrible itching on his Xenos engraved palm, before it was suddenly silenced when he felt the item on his skin. Odd that this thing was still effecting him even after years of being in stasis from when it was burned onto his body on their first mission. What wasn't odd was just how difficult it was not to stare into the pretty eyes of the native woman. He did nearly gape at her swaying hips as she had gone. The last few months, and years in the stasis chamber had been...very dry. 

"I can already tell this is going to be a problem." He said to himself, too softly for anyone to hear. Whats worse, he realized he would have a very difficult time controlling his urges if there was even the slightest hint he could get away with it with his life. No! [i]No you idiot. Think of this...beautiful suicidal girl. She might be killed along with you. Will your dick be responsible for that?[/i] He cleared his throat and decided to feel his new gift. 

Suddenly Neil stood, and gave a bow to Wetumpkah at the gift. "You honor me. If it pleases the Rakeeri, I would offer myself in the great games as well. To honor the Gods and show the skill of the Starmen." He offered. Neil knew it was a dangerous proposition, but he doubted they would execute Starmen as casually as they would others, and he was a very nimble and roguishly talented young man. He felt if the contests were merely throwing balls and showing off talents of dexterity, he would win no problem. Plus, it would keep his roving eye away from the buxom beauty. 

"No! Neil..." Taya began, but Wetumpkah interrupted her with a wail of enthusiasm, clearly thinking along the same lines as Neil. That, or it was indeed a great honor to the Rakeeri. "You will be rewarded a statue of the sun if you are victorious. Yes yes, go and play the Radafiri!" He cried, calling for the guards to escort him down. Neil wasn't entirely sure what the Radafiri would be, but he wasn't too worried. 

"Would you join him?" Wetumpkah asked Junebug, just as a naked courier stopped behind him, breathing heavily. Brown skin glazed with sweat, a rounded gut belying his strong legs. He announced the other tribes were within a mile of the city. 
[@Penny]