If they were more self aware, if Pan was less of...Pan and acknowledged the emotions other's felt, perhaps they would have been more than a fading moment in his tree-top cabin. Perhaps Cyrus wouldn't have to constantly battle for the island leader's attention amongst their peers. Perhaps a lot wouldn't be the way it was, eyes gazing deep as they lingered in the warmth that still hung in the air. The harsh slamming of the door had attention snapping to the side, brows rising in honest surprise at the drenched figure that stood in his doorway. The anger in Tori's voice was clear, body moving slow as Pan lifted his top half up. Green eyes slid over Tori's wet body -- very little left to the imagination as it was. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips, both amused and intrigued with what he saw. The shirt clung to womanly curves, the chill having a very<i>clear</i>effect on the girl's body as she stood demanding this and that. Clearly she believed herself to have far more way with the ring leader of this rag tag group of Lost Boys than she truly had. It was humorous, at least in Pan's opinion, that she thought anything close to that. Then again he had been far more lenient with her than most. Perhaps that had been a mistake, elbow resting on open knees as his propped his cheek in a waiting palm.<br/><br/>"You're not going home," Pan sighed, expression placid as his eyes glowed with the amusement at Tori's turmoil. At the heart of things, Pan was a sadist. He enjoyed toying with people, manipulating their emotions and bending them to his will. Despite his odd attachment to Tori, the want to have her here, with him, under his control, that didn't mean she was exempt from his torturous ways. Far from it in fact, as a wolfish grin spread across his lips. "Besides, you look just fine to me," he taunted, allowing his gaze to rake over her nearly exposed form, pushing to see just how upset he could get her. Chuckling light, Pan's hand fell from his cheek, arms stretching above him with a long yawn, acting as if he could care less -- though that was very near to the truth. There were very few things in this world that he cared for, truly cared for. One of them was at his side now, though that would never even dream to fall from his lips. The other had already stolen his prize for the favor done -- screams swallowed by the thunderous rain that poured down around them. The third....well.....he had still yet to fully decide just what she meant to him.<br/><br/>"I'm not a baby sitter Tori," Pan spoke, leaning back on his hands as his eyes rolled. If he wasn't painfully nude beneath his sheets he would have gotten up to, at least, give her a new shirt, but as it was he couldn't and didn't feel the necessity to figure out how to. "You're a big girl, you can take care of yourself. Besides, how do you think you got back here?" He sighed, though his eyes held a glowing condescension. Sure he hadn't gotten her himself, but he had gotten her at least. So, in Pan's mind, Tori had very little to complain about. He wasn't responsible for her. Everyone on the island was responsible for themselves. If they ate its because they helped to hunt, if they slept its because they got their own room and if they drowned in the waters at the islands edge, well.....perhaps they should have learned to swim first.