As the ladies attempt their finishing moves against the bull, Vormitraax steps back, hissing and panting -leaving them some more space to move, and recovering some breath to be ready to intervene - or yell again against assorted felonies.<br/>It's easy to note the hungry look in his eyes as he gazes at Aiyaka's "performance". The monster, now in its most feral state of mind, grins licking the tips of his long fangs...