<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Cassiopeia glared when Orion got in front of her and continued to encourage Angus. She was quickly finding out that no encouragement was needed with him. She felt him trying to cop a feel, which she quickly shut down. She allowed Angus a few more attempts, each throw a little further, but all terrible. After a total of a half-dozen crappy throws, she stepped away and pouted at Orion. "Orion, why don't you teach me?" She asked with a little whine. Not enough to be annoying, just enough to make people want to make her happy. She knew Angus would be feeling a bit irked, but that wasn't her problem. That was his. He didn't get to be all Alpha male and help the poor damsel in distress. Somebody else would get that </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">privilege</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">. </span></span></span>