The faun snorts. "As far as I'm concerned," she says after the dirt drops, "Whether or not any of you betray each other's on you. Morality comes first from the self, and not from the shackles of an external power structure whose primary objective is self-preservation and not the interests of its followers, you know?" She headbutts the wall lightly, hitting the stone with her horns with a good meaty *thunk*- her skull doesn't hit, though, and she doesn't feel fazed. "Plans are all well and good, though when the thrill takes me in the middle of a fight, I dunno how well I'm going to be able to stick to a plan and not just throw myself into a brawl with the nearest asshole that needs to get cut down. The music moves me, you know? Like it moves you if you just let yourself listen," the faun says. Her singing had a somewhat intoxicating effect, and those who have fought in the arena with Kay before are well aware of the strengthening, inhibition-lowering effects of hearing the faun bellow the lyrics to some ode in her husky, booming voice punctuating by the percussion of weapons on armor.<br/><br/>When the feline lets Nilia taste her, the faun's eyebrows raise, and she snickers. "Ooh. Lucky snake- get to taste someone without any of the guilty. Whether or not we end up fighting each other at some point, there's not a one of you<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>wouldn't mind getting my tongue on or in," she says with a waggle of her bushy tail, poking between her shirt and pants.