Zenith frowns faintly. “Of course I remember, but.. what does that have to do with Poseidon? Does he not like Sir Geb?”

Carra’s eyes widen and his fingers leave a trail of heat across her cheeks. “Whatcha doing?” She feigns a playful tone, unable to help the softness of her voice. 

Lennon sighs, circling. ‘Great now I’m bored.’ [b]’Lets follow these losers.’[/b] ‘I’ve got nothing better to do.’ [b]’Exactly. You never do.’[/b] ‘Excuse me?! Alright, that’s it birdbrain.’ She takes over full control.