Cyrine thinks for a moment..."Yes. For now." she insists, "Think of it ...as ..a friendly curtsy.  I get a chance to up the game on the captain, and you get a chance to feel tits, ass or ..whatever you feel like grabbing a bloody hold of." She takes the bottle back from Torin, knocking back another gulp, she doesn't so much as flinch.  "I'm not about ta' go find the .erm.....lady with the..massive wang any time soon, and right now  D'Crux is winning. I don't like to lose." She insists.<br/><br/>"Shes on her third today if shes after the Xeno. I've not even managed one! Well..close." she shakes her head, realizing she isn't making sense. "This is a game of cat and mouse...and if its mutually beneficial, fondle away." she  laughs in a very  friendly manner.  She liked this fellow, he was amusing.<br/><br/>She thinks for a moment about the question poised , "Well...we've all gotta go sometime as we've made clear. Organ Failure or betwixt the thighs of a goddess.. doesn't matter to me. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>