Jericho followed Alice, being gentle and supportive of little Syn, for now. As they make their way down the stairs, his sniffs softly, the scent of Syns wetness hit his nose, bringing a new kind of grin to his face. where other might not notice until now, or maybe even later were they not looking, his teeth were Sharp, like the Earths Lupine species. But once the group reached the bottom his grin widens, his nostrils flareing with the cocktail of scents.<span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0)">Well, well...now this is more like it..all my years on this rock and I've not seen this.."</span><br/><br/>He keeps Syn with him for now, her soft form a welcome change to the cold, even with the sights and warmth from the two in the center, though his hunger could extend past the little thing should others want a taste. As usual the Siren was preattleing on in the back of his ear, he again, rolls his eyes as hard as he can for her to see, her words ment nothing to him, less than that. On Distopia, Actions and power mean everything, and right now, the only person he feared, was Alice. He knew full well by the looks of this place she could have them on display whenever she wanted, but no one would cage him again, not even her. He breifly touches the scar on his, his eyes flash memories past, shaking his head he sighs, decideing to enjoy himself instead of dwelling in the past.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0)">So boss, anywhere you would like her, unless you had something else in mind.."  </span>He smirks as he speaks, his eyes hungry.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>