He snuggled her gently as she leaned back into the hug. "True. Everyone needs underwear. Well, most people." Chris facepawed. "That rug scared the crap out of me when it started talking." He giggled afterwards. "It smelt delicious, apparently, as well. I wouldn't know. I'm a vegan as ya know." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Anyway, I just came into check on you. I've got a bit of work to do." He hugged her one more time before heading back out to his bike and pulling off to head to Soren's.<br/>&&&<br/>He'd been rather dangerously on the phone while charging down the motorway, arranging a meeting location with Soren. It had led him on a return journey to the docks, pulling up outside an actual dockside warehouse looking out over the sea. He coughed at the overwhelming stink of fish as he made his way inside the building. It wasn't the scuzziness he was expecting, rather the steel precision of a military base. There were small groups of Panzers patrolling around while those off duty simply lounged around, giving the wolf odd stares and friendly waves from those who recognized them in equal measure. He entered the main room and saw Soren in full commander's outfit, minus the helmet, who turned around to grin at the young wolf. "I've been made Acting Field Commander while we're sorting this thing out." He stretched. "Good to be back in uniform...now I just need to get back into shape." Chris laughed and shook his head. Soren motioned to a table covered in documents nearby and Chris sat down, stretching out. "Alright, you said you had some intel?"<br/>&&&<br/>What followed was a detailed description of what the Panzers had gleaned from the Purgers, their weaknesses, how to dupe them, and so on. Chris ended up staying for far longer than he intended to, after the conversation with Soren he was invited to stay for some fun and it was around 7pm when he realized he was meant to be at Ptricia's. Cursing, he apologized to the Panzers and ran outside, zooming as fast as he could to her place and jumping in the lift. Despite not having drunk a drop the dragons who were rather more resistant to alcohol had been doing quite a lot and there was a strong whiff of alcohol. He stumbled in. "Sorry, guys, sorry!"