Myarlothe didn't even look at Dei as she approached, her attention at the scene near the bar, where the prey girl called for help in her desperation. The lamia shook her head softly, laughing as metal-armed man told her off. She righted herself, speaking loud enough for the entire bar to hear as she looked at Syntropy.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Buzz buzz buzz goes the little bee, caught in the rain. Buzz buzz, as it washes away in the drain. And all who hear her cries... are spiders. You're throwing yourself into a web, little bee."</span></span>The implications of her words were quite sinister, especially when the Lamia licked her lips as if considering a meal.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Want to tangle yourself in my web?"</span></span><br/><br/>A dark chuckle rolled from Myarlothe's lips, and she turned her attention now to Dei at last. She laid back down on her coils lazily, while her tail shifted to lie around Dei's chair so the lizard couldn't shift her chair away from the table. For a moment, Myarlothe considered sharing her own name, but figured the people would be unable to grasp it's significance<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"I am...Siren. Yes, Siren, you can call me that without offending me."</span></span>Her words were haughty, but her tone and stance was disinterested. The cold just made her too sluggish and tired to properly impress people, and frankly she didn't really care what they thought in the first place. Dei could probably get away with calling Siren any name as long as she didn't make herself too easy to catch.<br/><br/><i>"So what do you do?" </i><br/><br/>Myralothe, or Siren as she had introduced herself, shrugged at those words.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"I do as I please."</span></span>The Lamia making that statement in the same bored tone as before.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"> "I'd say what I do pleases me but right now it's too cold for me to be anywhere near a good mood."</span></span>She grumbled, yellow eyes turning to look at Dei.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"You're a curiously brave thing. From your scent, look and behaviour I'd say you're something like a thief, conman or a smuggler? You're not the meek type that gets preyed upon like the bee at the bar, but neither are you a true predator who moves in full confidence. So, little bird, am I right or wrong?"</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>