A bright little smile creases Anastasia's face when Thygor so readily accepted the little fruit. It was as close to a 'peace offering' as she'd ever really come, and it was immensly pleasing that he'd accepted it! Even Naji seems amused, the smirk that had been so long threatening to curl her lips finally breaking through, and she emits a short, terse laugh "...Well, now THAT'S something I thought I'd never see." Accepting back her spyglass, she collapses it and slips it away inside of her outfit. The following comment of her being 'irresisssssstible bait', however, only broadens her smirk, and though she casts an amuse gaze at the big reptile, she does not offer up the all-too-obvious response.<br/><br/>Even Johan's comment is met with a sidelong glance "Fair is fair, but Cyria is on my side. I bet I'd talk some silk outta her before you could." Her mood clearly far-improved now that the glaring light of the sun was no longer such an enormous issue, she pokes her head back out from around 'her tree', peering at the farmhouse in the distance.<br/><br/>At Thygor's approach, Alyx's entire body visibly stiffens, and the subsequent stroke of her chin and cheek drawn a little, rather visible shiver from the small, somewhat young girl. It does not, however, seem to be a shiver of revulsion, but moreso like a dog who's pleased it's master has decided to show it attention, and that attention was<span style="font-style: italic">favorable</span>. Pressing her cheek just ever-so-slightly into the big creature's claws, Alyx sighs gently, inhaling the unique scent of his scaled hand. The mention of 'joining them', however, causes the girl's eyes to widen slighty, and not with eagerness. She'd just quite clearly heard Asara say that one of those kitties had<span style="font-style: italic">eaten</span>someone, and she really did not have an overwhelming desire to find out if they were still hungry.<br/><br/>She opens her mouth, seeming close to actually argueing with Thygor's request, but she seems to think better of it, and finally simply nods her head, murmuring quietly "If that's what you want, sir." 'Sir' was a term that seemed to change rather daily, based on not only his mood, but how high in favor she currently was at that time. Again, she seems prepared to say something, but the sensation of Thygor's slippery, sticky tongue sliding so softly along the soft, tender skin of her neck draws another shiver, whatever she'd been preparing to say lost in the action. With a curt nod, she - hands clasped before her - shuffles over to the 'negotiating party' as it were, looking exactly as intended. Helpless. Tasty. Appealing.