Benedict snarled in irritation at the interruption, licking at the tips of his claws as Verena pushes and shoves and finally breaks free of his weakening grasp.  Other then that brief moment of displaying razor sharp teeth though, the beastly Alchemist seems to understand the importance of savoring a meal, loping casually after his 'pet' and joining the others in time to be welcomed with the Mindflayer's smug self-congratulations.  The alchemist just huffs in amusement, not challenging on any one subject, but instead daydreaming of two women submitting themselves to his desires.<br/><br/>His gaze, absently, wanders over Verena's darkly sensual form and then he dug deep into the not so distant past to measure it against Ariel's tighter and leaner form.  He can't help but drool a little at the all together pleasant picture that was painted, but he turns to Orlando with a nod to signify that he is ready.  "We are for the arena then.  I would see our dear companion... rescued."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>