<a class="username" data-user-id="1426" data-username="@Vissuh" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1426/">@Vissuh</a><br/><br/>Xandavar left his gun with an android at the door, who insured him it would be kept safe in a cold, electronic voice. It felt strange, not having a weapon. The weight of the hand-cannon he normally carried was a comforting one, a slight tug on his hip that he'd grown accustomed to, and not having it there made him feel almost naked, in a way. He wasn't really, wearing a long armored coat made from the skin of particularly tough creatures that "swam" through the depths of space using...well, using farts, was the easiest way to put it.<br/><br/>Still, the jacket was tough and warm, regardless of the fact that it was made from the hide of particularly gaseous, whale-like creatures that ate gas clouds. Xandavar and his crew had just gotten through with a massive operation, stealing valuable experimental fuel from a heavily-guarded cruiser, and now that they'd dropped the stuff off with the client who had hired them to steal it, it was time to lay low for a while and blow off some steam. Relax, spend some of that hard earned blood money.<br/><br/>Which was exactly what Xandavar was intending to do here. He took a seat at the bar, flicking a small card out from his sleeve that the bartender scanned before handing back to him. Xandavar ordered something without looking, tapping a random item on the screen built into the bar as he surveyed the people here. Upon first and second inspections, nobody particularly caught his eye, but it was only on the third glance that he spotted a cute little Zaoruta boy that stirred a particular feeling in Xandavar's gut.<br/><br/>It would be him, if it were to be anyone here. The captain pushed himself up out of his seat, fully intending to take the pretty thing back to his ship and have his way with him at least a few times. Xandavar knocked back his drink in one go, setting the glass back on the table with a final thud. He crossed the distance in long strides, his tall and graceful form easily covering the ground between them.<br/><br/>The captain put a hand on the boy's shoulder, and gave a large, fanged smile. One finger traced lightly up around his neck, which was all Xandavar would really need. The tactile telepathy that was so common of his species would make the rest easy enough. Primal emotions, like hunger, fear, or in this case, lust, were easy to push onto someone else. He'd heard the effect described as drug-like, having such strong base emotions thrown onto someone like that, but Xandavar had never been on the receiving end of such treatment, and wouldn't know.<br/><br/>"Hey, what's a prize catch like you doing here?" He asked, eyeing the young man up and down. He'd stop trying to influence the other male's thoughts if he was caught or asked not to, but Xandavar found that getting people to associate his touch with powerful feelings of arousal was a good thing for him in the long run.