A grin passed across the blue gryphon's beak. "Nothing that a week in bed won't cure... Kidding, you just got me right in the kisser with that tail of yours. Should be classed as a lethal weapon, that thing."<br/><br/>His tone made it clear he was bantering. "The name's Gyrus, or while I'm in this get-up, Falco Lombardi, but I guess you didn't get the reference."<br/><br/>The music was going into it's outro, and Gyrus looked towards the edge of the dance floor, and the seats that were scattered around. "So miss amazon, we can hit the cushions for a bit, or see what's next of the play list if you like. I came here solo, and it would be nice to have a bit of company."