Thygor enters noisily, striding with grim resolution towards the fairies and the feline girl.<br/><span style="color: #408040">"Hello, my little mors<span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>els. Are you making friends<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> with some other cat's h<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>stomach?" </span>he roars with malicious glee.<br/>His gaze then fixates on the catgirl herself, her appetizing figure, and the delicious fear she's oozing. Ahhh ... and such irresistible scent!<br/>It is clear - from the threatening claws outstretching, the long, heavy and<span style="font-style: italic">eager</span>gait, the tongue curling in the air in anticipation, the<span style="font-style: italic">hunger </span>in his eyes - that the monster is earnestly contemplating the possibility of a neko-meal with a side of faeries.<br/>Johan's presence, as usual, seems to calm down the cruel appetites of the morgak - but still, the looks he gives to the catgirl are more than explicitly threatening.<br/>As she stutters and flounders in the attempt to surrender, he erupt again in cavernous laughter.<span style="color: #408040">"Ooooh, how adorable is this<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> little kitty! She's almos<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>t <span style="font-style: italic">too </span>cute, isn't she? I'm not <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>sure I can resis<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>t...  "</span>, it hisses, his drooling maw sliding open as he outstretches a long clawed finger towards her.<br/>Yet, his attention is diverted by the bound elf's speech. Oh dear darkness, he hadn't even noticed her - immobile, silent and conveniently bound in a shadowy corner ...<br/>She looked like an even *better* meal, that's no doubt. Pleasantly meaty, seeming so<span style="font-style: italic">tender</span>... The perfect prize after a tough battle.<br/>He listens to her words, grinning and licking his lips.<br/>As Johan speaks, he freezes for a moment. Damn. His sworn loyalty to the guy risks to keep him away from another<span style="font-style: italic">excellent </span>feast ... But that's it. When Johan decides, Thygor follows: that's how things go, and he usually<span style="font-style: italic">likes </span>it that way.<br/>Right before following Johan onwards, he takes one last look to the bound girl.<span style="color: #408040">"Do not worry, tasssty. We'll have ssssome more time to talk ... later..."</span>he states, parting his maws and ...<br/>...protruding his long, long tongue, to dedicate a good lick to her cheek and neck.<br/>He then turns for a moment to the faeries.<span style="color: #408040">"Nice to ssssee you again, sssstrawberry,"</span>he hisses sugarly to Anastasia.  His already extended tongue darts for a very quick, light stroke at the little fairy's cheek - not without the usual daring look at her bigger sister, of course - then retreats, curling in delight mid-air.<br/>Then, he finally follows Johan, ready again to obey his leader.