[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/358963">Perception/Spot</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+0</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span>; succeeds!]]<br/><br/>Johan only glances once at Disa, and that's enough to confirm his expectations. Whether it was the naga melting away inside her or some unexpected property of the magic-rich folk in whatever this world was, but the oni was healing startlingly fast. That meant, just as certainly as anything, he had to keep the catgirl's attention. The others either had picked up on the same thing he had or were trying to distract Veria for their own reasons, and Johan was only too happy to let them make their marks and not try to ride them down; it'd be better for the oni if they kept her attention in a round-robin rather than if they burned themselves out talking over each other. And while the oni had been a bit... energetic... she also had seemed slightly more trust-able than this catgirl. And having multiple people fighting over them made it more likely that they'd have more time before getting into an unrecoverable situation. Thus, she lets the fairy and drider talk, keeping a faint dumb grin on his face as he undertakes the<span style="font-style: italic">extremely arduous and totally-I-swear unpleasant</span>task of watching Veria. It was definitely a hardship to let his eyes wander over her body in a frankly appraising way, and to let his face register that he likes what he sees.<br/><br/>When Johan sees in Veria's eyes that she's wise to his ruse, his sword arm tenses just a little... but she seems content to 'play with her food' in a metaphorical as well as literal sense. The banter does give him the obvious riposte, though, and almost without bothering to think about it he tosses out that "I've been told by others that my tongue's quite talented, yes. As for pets, I-" Stopping as she grabs his crotch, he reflexively stiffens a little despite the armor. When she works a finger in underneath it and touches it, Johan's smile gets a little bigger. Still, it takes a lot more than that to distract Johan from something he wants, and even before the hand withdraws he's returned to his patter. "Now, as for pets, it certainly seems in a world this strong that being a pet would be preferred to any of the other options available to a mortal, and given that, why wouldn't I be honored to be yours? Who knows, though, if mortals are really all but extinct, you'd have many of your comrades burning with envy of your catch. Why, you might even have to put," a smile flashes across his face for under a second, "leashes on me- I mean us- to keep us from being stolen out from under your nose while you were out on more missions. And if you had to have them for that, perhaps you wouldn't see any reason to take them off in private...?"<br/><br/>He licks his lips just a little, eyes gleaming, but for those who know them there's just the barest hint of artificiality to the patter; not that they've heard the words before but that most of them have heard the<span style="font-style: italic">tone</span>before, a professional who's running through patterns worn smooth in his vocabulary and thoughts rather than someone legitimately smitten. "Anyhow, if mortals have all been devoured for that long- and I'm surprised to hear you're so old, given how young and beautiful you look- then our rarity value is all the greater, no? Keeping us all to yourself would make you a very... influential mistress, wouldn't it?"