<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Ptricia giggled at the story, but in a nice way. "Golly gee, Mr lead guitarist, I thought you were a wolf, not a satyr... actually, that whole thing about satyrs is well overblown. They're short, abrupt and none too gentle, and so are their... relationships."</div></blockquote><br/>"Well, when someone pushes the right buttons. Or should I say pulls." He giggled along with her and snickers. "Satyrs? Rayn dated a satyr once. Gave her indigestion for a week apparently. "Stubborn little bastards."" he said, in a decent imitation of Rayn's brash Dublin tones. He grinned nervously back at her. "...Well...Oh, really? Cool." He grinned and shook his head. "You and your scritching." He sighed and did exactly what he saw Reizu do the other day, without the knife part.