The bravado that Syntropy showed in trying to defy Siren's words was lost on the Lamia, who at that point only showed limited attention to Dei. Lazier than a cat, Siren didn't respond to the sensual feeling of the blunt curve of Dei's claw brushing over the smooth scales of her muscled tail. Myarlothe only looked upon Dei inquisitively when the claw tip rested against the base of the fin ridge, likely pondering what the bird-lizard could hope to achieve. Her scales were tough, and the thick layer of muscle they protected didn't allow for too much yield, allowing Dei to put quite a bit of pressure before Siren's gaze grew hard with warning, a split tongue flicking past her lips to taste the air.<br/><br/><i>"Whatever I was before I came here, and you're wrong on all three guesses, by the way, is irrelevant. All you need to know is that today's the first day of the rest of my life. I'm a whole new woman, and I'd like to start by making some whole new friends, not enemies." </i><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue">"I was wrong?"</span></span>Siren appeared confused, before shrugging, pushing her upper body up as if just waking, looking more attentive now while she peered curious at Dei, carefully regarding the woman again.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue">"I don't know... I like a passionate enemy who will swear to do whatever he or she can to bring me down... "</span> </span>The Lamia giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, looking almost maidenly at that point.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue">"But yes, lets try this friend thing for once, it might be fun." </span></span>She raised her glass of water, leaving the alcholic swill alone in it's mug. Tapping her glass against Dei's with a resounding *clink* before taking a deep sip.<span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"A toast to your new birthday, miss Dei, may it be the first of many."</span></span><br/><br/>Dei lost the Lamia's interest quickly however, Siren's eyes torn away as the brightly-clad Aurumilia finally made a move. The look in her eyes and her expression when they met gazes earlier had discomforted Siren, she didn't like the prospect of being around another apex predator, especially one of a species she did not know, had trouble tracking by scent, and that appeared completely unpredictable. Carefully watching, Siren observed Alice weaving her web of words around Syntropy. Such confidence and ease, was this a practiced act or just natural skill? A low hiss rolled from her lips as Alice lured Syntropy into sharing her name, disarming the shaken girl's suspicion.<span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Caught..."</span></span>The lamia muttered, quiet enough for only Dei to hear.<br/><br/>Shaking her head as things turned out as she expected, Siren turned most of her attention back to Dei, while keeping an eye on those three at the bar. It wasn't like Siren had wanted to ensnare and toy with the girl herself, but perhaps she had expected more entertainment out of the 'little bee'.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>