<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Not tempted to eat any of 'em then? Nice restraint."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Never been into bondage. Besides to eat 'em I'd have to transform to sphinx, and not only might I crush some innocent bystanders, even here, I'd also have spilt my drinks. I just bit his hand." She bent over backwards in a backbend that would have made any human contortionist green with envy, and demonstrated that whatever she appeared to be outwardly, her spine was still like that of a cat. When the back of her crown reached the base of her tail,  she snapped her teeth.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>He giggled as he remembered the moment and said "To be honest, I'm not interested in any of the girls here. A cheap fuck is not what I'm after." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia shook her head, "Then you're a unique member of the male mammals, and should probably be stuffed and mounted as an exibit."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>As she mentioned D-Day he said "Really? You were at D-Day?" He leaned back and a smile crept across his face. "You didn't happen to meet a black dragon called Luther Trompenaars? A Russian guy on one of the British boats. He was my grand-uncle." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Doesn't ring a bell, but ther were three British/Canadian beachheads, and I was working Sword. Must have been one of the other two."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"My grandfather was a Desert Rat-which was ironic as he was a wolf-in one of the Indian divisions, I can't remember which one." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh those guys." She grinned. "The Long Range Desert Patrol Group, that was my outfit, worked with them a lot. We provided the intel, they provided the boom. And a lot of boom it was too. Actually, Indian division... As I said, anthros of any sort were rare in regular formations back then... I think I may have seen him a couple of times. Don't think I ever actually talked to him... No."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu ordered a bottle of sake. His stomach was strong enough to endure the heavy rice wine. "Sake is very good for managing Chi and chakra. When taken into regard, one can master the Drunken fist. I used it once and the bar was destroyed."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I've had a few drunks like that myself. I always found rice wine was mainly good for managing my angle of incidence to the ground. As in from vertical to horizontal. Man, the Meji restoration was fun. Much livelier that being stuck in Yokohama like I was the first time. Lots of opportunities for a young lady of many talents. Besides, even back then, the Japanese liked cat-girls."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Can't wait to meet this Paizu-chan. Just pray she doesn't try anything funny." He smiled and took another drought from the bottle. "Dang good stuff."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia cackled. "Dang? Someone has been playing too much Star Fox on his Nintendo. And she probably will. She's less than 100, which makes her a couple of thousand years too late to sneak up on a species that was _created_ to guard places. Never stops her trying though."<br/><br/>As she sat and drank her second cocktail, the sphinx listened in from afar on Soren's explanation, and Reizu's. It looked like there was more to both her band mates than met the eye. Reizu's impulsive declaration of defending them both was sweet. Not needed but sweet.<br/><br/>"<Have fun over there, Reizu-chan?>" she asked in Kansai accented Japanese as he returned.