<blockquote><div><cite>bubble_dragon wrote:</cite><br/>"You mean you and he aren't...?" The fox asked.<br/><br/>"Heck no! I'm not having sex with either of them, or in a recreational vore relationship either... well I did eat Reizu once, but that was purely a matter of removing a curse, business, not that he doesn't make a tasty meal..." Ptricia stopped herself.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Chris made a faux-lusty face at the sphinx as she spoke, adapting an extremely realistic Mexican accent. "We were not destined to be....lovers.", he said, ludicrously over-pronouncing the last word. "I don't know if I'm tasty or not." He winked at Fiana. "Though I might be."<br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Then she piped up. "We can handle disguises. Those shapeshifting potions are 12 hour deals." She stepped back and looked Chris up and down appraisingly. "Boxers, briefs or speedoes? The target shape has to be underwear, it wasn't worth buying more broad spectrum ones."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Chris looked rather confused as the vixen spoke. "You seem to be under the impression I need underwear." He tugged down his waistband, revealing bizarre, distinctly psychedelic colored boxers. "I'm good, thanks." He smirked at the fox. "I'd rather have you on me in a more substantial form." The formerly shy and quiet guitarist is on a high from the gig-and someone probably spiked his Coke.