<span style="font-style: italic">"Yea.."</span>Kahmori's tone carries a sour edge, even in Mindy's mind<span style="font-style: italic">"She is safe. I swear, sometimes it is so bloody hard bein' a predator around here. Eh? Rihyan?Is that...um...Dragon? No - er...Centaur? With wings? Gotcha."</span><br/><br/>Kahmori still flinches when he hears the crack of wings, pummeling at the air to give the Centaur lift, even though he was half-expecting it.<br/><br/>The kitsune takes a quick glance over his shoulder, though is likely incredibly unlikely to see Rihyan until his wings have carried him skywards "Ahh. Was nothin'. Don't worry about it." Once again, he turns his attention back to Lin...<br/><br/>The disheveled look of her fur, partially coated in some less-pleasant substances from his stomach, and now drenched with a bit of water from his waterskin. The highly unsuccessful method he'd offered her to clean herself off, at least a little bit. Even the fact that he'd grown a heart somewhere in his predatory history, and the fact Lin was not inside of him right this second, squirming as his stomach got to work on her...<br/><br/>It was almost too funny.<br/><br/>He begins to chuckle "...Gross? Just scrub a bit more...you...are getting...it..."  Chuckles punctuate his words, until, soon enough, he is actually laughing. The absurdity of the situation was just too amusing to pass up, and he needed a good laugh to at least partially curve his sour mood.<br/><br/>For a few seconds, he just laughs at the disheveled look of the Squirrelgirl "Ah..haha! Oh, gods Lin...i'm sorry. Just look...so funny like that..." He fully expected her to hit him. Was almost inviting it. It's not like he would really strike her if she did - he almost deserved it, devouring her as he had. She'd placed her trust in him, and he'd nearly broken it.<br/><br/>"Ah..hah...ohhh, sorry. I'm sorry, Lin. Look, kid..."<br/><br/>He reaches out to gently place his hand on her shoulder - if she will allow him to. He does not care in the slightest about the muck that was coating her body "...I'm sorry. I really am. You don't have to like me now. You can hate me for the rest of your life for that little trip to my insides, if you want to. Just, at the very least, accept my apology. I'm sorry. Very sorry. I'll try my best to keep my hunger from getting to me in the future, hmm? Please, forgive me? What do you say?"<br/><br/>Despite the mirth he'd exhibited just a few seconds before, he actually seemed genuine in his apology. Not to mention, he calls upon every little bit of his innate charm to appeal to her more 'girlish' side, accenting his apology with a handsome smile from the muzzle she'd traveled into not three minutes ago.<br/><br/>((<span style="font-weight: bold">Diplomacy Check</span>(1d20 + 13): 19 + 13 =<span style="font-weight: bold">32</span>))<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So, what is the problem, Mindy? Looking for that dragon guy? I bet he is somewhere close-by. I can only think of a handful in this town that would want to tangle with him. Likely just got drunk and is stumbling around somewhere..." </span>He talks quickly, excitedly. The bubbly Kitsune was just like had always had been before - friendly, a bit happy, and a bit over-talkative. Such a quick change.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Actually, might be fun to wrestle the big guy...minus the swallowing part, i mean."</span>He adds, sounding quite thoughtful, as if truely considering it.<br/><br/>"Come on, Lin. Let's head around front. I want you to meet someone." He pats her shoulder one more time, then turns and begins to stroll towards the front of the building. Admittedly, it was not the smartest move, but with her current features...well, he could likely lie his way into anything, should the likely-angry Griffonfolk look inside his pouch. Kahmori rounds the corner at the front of the building, grinning smugly.<br/><br/>((Edited for length. Eesh, it is still huge. >_< Got too wordy))