Akris tried to keep  a little to the side when the door opened, wishing to allow his colleagues and this new group to interact on their own terms.  He had been present during a great many diplomatic meetings, his kind made excellent go-betweens after all, though he’d certainly never been the actual diplomat.<br/><br/>He was about ready to introduce everyone in his best attempt at mimicking what he’d seen when Rach surged to the mushroom. Given all the chaos of their first meeting and him not being exactly ofay with fungi, he’d missed that.  He cursed himself inwardly, watching the trio rush away.<br/><br/>With Cal entering the entry hall just after, Akris gave him a gentle bow of his head in acknowledgement as he removed his helmet.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> “This is the primary expedition, sir.  They arrived just as when expected, though things have gone awry for them.”</span>He admitted, looking briefly concerned of the fate of their ship.  Even if they could get the base relays up and running, awaiting another vessel could be a rather long time.<br/><br/>His train of thought was however distracted by a firm grab of his arm.  He tensed, but did his best to not look on guard.  His gaze turned to the Princess gazing down upon him.  Without his helmet, her question only made him blush brighter.  He’d seen plenty of prayer rites, so he knew exactly what she meant.  He gold-fished for a moment, then gave a firm nod.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“I um, I do, Princess?”</span>He half asked, both knowing and not knowing her intentions.<br/><br/>The tug on his arm surprised him, being apart from his own kind (partially his own kind?) had made him forget what it was like being amongst them.  Though he quickly relented to the insistence of it.  It only took him a few steps to remember who he was dealing with, so with a wider strides he managed to fall into step with Maia.<br/><br/>The bio-luminescent fungi gave the whole place a strange twilight look to it, only making the full blooded naga’s intimidating form all the more awe inspiring.  When Maia spoke once more, he resisted the urge to look her in the eyes.  It was only polite after all.  Though his gaze promptly meant he got an eyeful as her suite seemed to merely phase away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080ff">"A strong, virile young warrior... the gods are eager to accept your offering. Will you serve this priestess as she calls out to them?"  The full-blood purred. </span><br/><br/>His mind hadn’t quite caught up with the rest of him by this point, but the question finally snapped the time lag up.  He had mostly watched the rituals, after all, he was not full blooded.  The ones he had participated in he was never granted the honour of the first.  The hand running over his groin certainly didn’t help, particularly in the confines of his bodyglove.  Despite the armoured cup, it was obvious there was a great deal of pressure built up behind it in a mere instant of her caressing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">“Yes, Princess.”</span>He agreed, bowing his head in acknowledgement of the offer.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“I will serve you.”</span>He replied, his experience in the higher parts of society bringing his manners naturally to him.  Still clasping his spear in one hand, he moved a hand to the clasp at the top of his bodyglove. With a snap it was loose, revealing the start of the zipper at his neck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>