@ KavenBach:  "Well, first you pull this over... left over right, you're not going to a funeral... pants next, sash tight... there ya go." They're silky and comfortable, not particularly revealing save for the arms.  Tim looks back with a sort of<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>expression.  "There are rules to an extent... though it's implied that retiring heels are never spit out, for the most part, a foe is never digested in the big leagues.  And I may be human, but I've had some anthropomorphic friends and acquaintances.  I don't consider them any more or less... appetizing, for lack of a better word."  *He bobs his feet back and forth in the air as he lays on his tummy.<br/><br/>@ Ome:  If she's stretchy enough, he's susceptible still - he's dazed you both, and now he's on the ground, still in your grip, grimacing with the lock.  "Urg... kinda... anticlimactic?  A choke hold?" He sputters.  It's true, in the major leagues it was less common, as high-flying and voring kind of forced choking to take a back seat.  But choking was legal and right now, far more effective, especially against someone of this gecko's caliber.  His struggles were becoming weaker...<br/><br/>@ Chiro: Caleena was gone.  There was not a mite out of place, and a set of avian footprints ended in the middle of the room.  A window was cracked open about six inches on the far end, the weather outside now a low, distant howl of wind, as though the storm were a mile off, or perhaps they were in the eye of it.  The professor took the first step in, his entire head glowing now with a faint halo that you would recognize as a very rudimentary spell that gave him complete spherical vision of his surroundings, as well as the ability to process all the extra sight.  Hell, he might even be able to see in another spectrum, but it was hard to tell.  "Caleena?" He calls.  "Onyx, look under the bed.  Look in the closet.  I'll check the bathroom over here..." He points to a small door at the far end with a little knitted cloth on it spouting some silly potty poem... "Some people come here to sit and think... I come here to shit and stink."