His grin was wolfish as his gaze trailed Tori’s frame. He’d won their little game and he’d keep winning as long as he was entertained by their little game. Tori was interesting and certainly his most favorite of toys to play cat and mouth with. She fell into his charms so easily and played into his hand even better. She was trying to challenge him now, turning so he could watch as she tugged the shirt over his bare form -- one that he was given visual access too (perhaps longer than a man like his should have been). Pan wasn’t about to complain though, chuckling softly at the demand for food. Should this have been anyone else, they’d never dare to speak to him this way. There was a hint of a memory begging to be brought forth, a flash of familiar eyes, a ghost of a heart-warming laugh. Just as soon as it came it went, Pan pushing off the wall he leaned against as he waltzed closer to the girl. She was daring that’s for sure.<br/><br/><br/>The wolfish gleam faltered however, at the mention of a mysterious figure in the forest. He hadn’t heard of him in….no, maybe it really had just been a Losty Boy Tori didn’t recognize, though the likelihood of that was extremely unlikely. Quickly hiding the falter in his expression, Pan smiled, finger pressing to the center of the girls forehead. “I think you’re seeing things Tori,” he taunted, swiping down to flick her nose before stepping away. “And I’m only getting you food this once. Don’t get used to it,” he tossed back over his shoulder, though the moment his back was to her, his smile dropped.<br/><br/><br/>What the hell was<i>he</i>up to?<br/><br/>Pan stepped out into the rain, loosely tying his pants so they didn’t fall. He wasn’t at all ashamed of his body but he didn’t exactly need, nor want, to be flashing the younger members of their little faction. He didn’t seem at all phased by the rain that pelted his skin, soaking him in seconds as he wandered towards the group of boys dancing about drunkenly in the rain. His eyes stared off into the forest, a frown etching onto his features. If<i>he</i>was daring enough to come around that wasn’t good for their little tribe of wildlings, for Pan’s power and least of all, for his secrets to remain secrets.<br/><br/><br/>Plate of food filled, he brought it back to Tori as she remained dry (for once) in his home. He liked her in there, like a pretty ornament that matched his decor. She fit. “Here,” he spoke, handing it over as his gaze glanced her over once more. How  long had they’d played this game? It felt like a lifetime, or was that yet again one of those long faded memories that were trying to creep up on him? Whatever, he didn’t need to linger on it. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Pan straightened as he let out a soft sigh before tilting his head towards the window.<br/><br/><br/>He was out there…..<br/><br/><br/>“I’ll….be right back,” Pan drawled, distracted as he turned and went right back out the very door he’d just entered moments ago. He couldn’t shake it, couldn’t let it go. He was out there. Some part of Pan knew he was still there, still lingering on the edges of their terf, but for the most part he was quiet. He left well enough alone but now…..now he was showing himself, to Tori of all people! She was his new toy to play with and something about knowing he was there, telling her god knows what, it made him<i>burn</i>. He loathed that he was out there, interfering with what was<i>his</i>.