When Jericho rolled his eyes at Myarlothe, she replied with a dangerous smirk. Her lips miming 'keep barking' at the dangerous looking man. A dog is a dog, licking the heels eagerly of those they serve, and Siren had a tendency to grow tired quickly of power-hungry sycophants who took out their lack of real significance out on those lower than them. No matter the hidden strengths the man might conceal, he would still stay a dog, so he could bark all he wants, once he threatens to bite her, well, that's when<i>one puts the dog down.</i>So she let him bark. It suited him, after all, and there's few things more satisfying than hearing those desperate panicked barks as she claimed and crushed the dog's master for her own. Those barks will be quiet whimpers and whines with time.<br/><br/>Alice addressed Zach, the strange whaleman, before replying to Dei and moving off. Siren blinked in surprise, the gold-skinned woman had completely ignored her. Mildly miffed, the Lamia watched Alice step through the curtain of water, ear frills twitched. Long ago, the serpentlike creature would've been enraged at being dismissed so easily, but now Myarlothe merely smiled an icy smile. Provocation, temptation, the pieces fell into place as Siren got a better and better idea of how Alice hunted. Squeezing Dei's shoulder before letting go, the Lamia cooed in the feathered woman's ear.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Ah, it seems you've caught her eye as well, how unenviable, miss Dei. Some advice from a friend if you find her words appealing. Honey might be sweet, but it's sticky enough to trap you with no escape..."</span></span>Chuckling, The Lamia left Dei by herself as she followed Alice through the curtain of water into the more secluded area.<br/><br/>As she arrived in the Aurmilia's private den she noted that the dog and the bee were already bereft of their clothes. Slithering to a spot near Alice's coach, she left her gaze admire their entwining forms.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Mmmmmm, t'is a pretty bee indeed...Dog's got a bit of bone to him too..."</span></span>The siren mumbled a response to Zach's remark, sitting back on her coils while she watches lazily, occasionally casting glances at Alice on her coach. If Alice wanted to play coy for now, then so be it, Myarlothe would just reciprocate in the same way. The Lamia was patient, oh so patient, and it would be nice to have the Aurmilia ask for her attention once, instead of just being given it.<br/><br/>In the likely case that Dei followed everyone else, Siren would throw her a smile, and pat her coils, offering the feathered lizard-girl a seat atop that thick, strong tail. Can't have better seats in the house than a Lamia's tail.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>