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"[color=8dc73f]Yes, say what you will but that 'posh queen' is one deliciousbite."[/color] Pan said biting the air. They turned to face Claire, pressing their back against the window as the warmth began to seep into Pan from the morning rays. Concern riddled Pans face as they watched Claire practically toy with Rath. Her words came out sweet but Pan had to wonder how true the tone was. [color=8dc73f][i]Damn, I was going to stand back there. Maybe massage his muscles deep into the tissue.[/i][/color]" Pan shook their head realizing there was no time for such thoughts. "[color=8dc73f]I could send my familiar to them with a missive? Or just deliver a message myself to see if they would require our aid in either London or with the stray. But I have to wonder, how would that appear to those outside? Will they view her as weak for needing aid on such matters?[/color]"

With that they made their way across the room, lifting themselves off the glass and slowly walking placing one foot perfectly in front of the other like a gymnast walking on bars. Once Pan reached the desk they prepped themselves against the edge and laid back sprawling across the desk without hitting any papers. [color=8dc73f]"What's the matter Rath? I'm not good enough for you?"[/color] their voice was a low whimper as they picked up the Bishop that was just laid down, inspecting it. [color=8dc73f]"I've got beauty, grace, and I can slice them in their face. What more do you need?"[/color] pan crossed their legs in a dainty fashion as they placed the bishop back down. Letting out a soft sigh as they turned away from Rath to face Alison, sticking their tongue out at her, taunting her for Raths decision to back up Pan.