"Sure? You can have a seat up here," Kay points straight to her crotch, bandy-legged, with a leer and a grin. It's not that she expects either of the two to take her up on the offer, but Kalliope still has to make the offer for its own sake. "Ahh, well, good luck to you. If you get ate, I hope it's someone cute." She sticks her tongue out, turns, and waddles off, heading to try to get out of the arena so she can talk in peace and not broadcast her continued criminal aspirations right into the ear of a large number of guards. "Sure, whatever. I'd say we need to discuss this over dinner, but in our condition that'd be one of you eating a sandwich and the rest of us being deafened by a half dozen bulging stomachs in a small booth, yeah?" The faun grins at her own not-quite joke.