How were they suppose to co-exist? They hated one another, and they had to live through sixteen semesters together in this state? There was nothing natural, and it was no secret that Satyr's were sexual creatures. There were no one else of his species, or sub-species to take his 'needs' out on. Except maybe, no. Never. Not her. Wric flips his nose up at her in egregious disgust at her notion of calling him just another animal. "Please.. you are just saying that because you know I'm a hunk."<br/><br/>Long strides are taken by fur adorned legs, and the boy crashes onto the mattress. Posing with one elbow behind his head, and his chiseled body on display. "This look like eye-candy material to you? Yeah.. soak it in baby. Four years of seeing this.." He flexes his right bicep, and leans forward to kiss it in egotistical display.  He sits upright, and looks to the blue haired nymph. "Yeah.. whatever keep making the animal jokes.. maybe one day you can see how much of an animal I really am.." His voice smoldering, and smokey implying exactly what she'd come to think as he shoots her a wink.<br/><br/>"What'sa yer name anyway..? I'm Wric. If you're going to be annoying me for this long.. I probably should know ya's."