She never really ceased to amaze him. They'd been together for a couple of months now, and the beautiful  kitsune at his side still surprised him. He'd never really questioned her about her past. Never asked her about the strange things that sometimed happened in her presence. For that matter, he had no intention of asking her why a soldier would burst into dance after she'd done little more than make the suggestion to him. If she wanted to tell him, she would. Still - his curiosity about her grew by the day.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> "It's very strange that one would break out into musical numbers randomly, wouldn't you agree?" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kahmori meets Sheva's gaze. That devious little expression on her face told the entire story. He couldn't help but grin, especially when that devilish little expression faded back into one of pure innocence. Oh yes - he really, really liked this girl "Ohhhh, yes, yes. Quite strange. Must have been something he ate. Or maybe the stress of the job was really starting to get to him..." His own muzzle splits into a deviate little grin - whatever in the hell she'd done, it had prevented him from causing a scene, and he knew it.<br/><br/>"Or, maybe he just went crazy over you, hrm?" Kahmori's grin spreads even more, and he gives her shoulder another soft little squeeze "Course...I hardly consider 'The Modern Major-general' the best song for wooing..." A thoughtful expression momentarily crosses his face, and he taps a finger against his chin, peering into Sheva's eyes "I think....were it me trying to woo a beautiful kitsune...I'd sing..."<br/><br/>Leaning in close, he whispers in a low, deep, and surprisingly seductive voice "Oooo...you touched my tra-la-la. Mmm, my ding-ding-dong."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbYtqAWDF2U</div></div></div><br/><br/>The fact that Naya was still standing right there beside them didn't even seem to bother Kahmori. Nor the fact that they'd already named themselves brother and sister.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Naya wrote:</cite> "I apologize if everyone seems a bit uptight..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"A BIT uptight?" Kahmori looks back up at Naya, as if only just that second remembering he was even there in the first place "If that pole was crammed any further up their ass, you could use them as a flag. At least you don't seem so stiff."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> "I hope my brother and I... </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kahmori never bats an eyelash as Sheva picks up on the little deception instantly. The beautiful kitsune never ceased to amaze him. It was all he could do to bite his tongue and keep from throwing in his own two cents about the situation - but, she seemed to have it well under control. Not to mention...it was alot easier (and more enjoyable), to focus on the warm, fuzzy sensation spreading throughout his body when Sheva wrapped her arm around his waist and squeezed herself up against him.<br/><br/>It isn't until Naya mentions the 'serial predator' that Kahmori's attention shifts away from Sheva, and back to the conversation "Wait, serial predator?" He'd heard the term before. It made sense - predation was enjoyable, one of the many vices that others enjoyed. Hell, even HE enjoyed it, though he kept that tightly under wraps. So, for someone to get a little too 'caught up' in those vices and to just do it constantly...well..<br/><br/>It was the perfect crime. A few hours, and there was no evidence left, and you got a free meal out of the deal, not to mention all the pleasure that went along with it. It was something he'd done a few times in the past...though his targets were a little more specific.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> "Such a dreadful act, to prey on others" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kahmori's ears momentarily flatten against the top of his head. Well - that wasn't good. She didn't like the thought of...'squirming meals'. Likely a good thing she'd never caught him, up until this point. Maybe...he should give it a rest...<br/><br/>"Ahhhh. Well...um..." Kahmori glances over his shoulder at the passengers as they continued to file along "If it's something that's been happening...why the harrassment of folks just getting to the station? Wouldn't it be easier to just have them check in before they headed inside? Rather than sticking armed soldiers in their face right when they get off the ship..?" Military. These types had always bugged him - even if it was normally someone higher up the chain calling all the shots.<br/><br/>Sheva's comment about 'employment', however...causes Kahmori's muzzle to split into another broad grin. This was something just up his alley - hunt someone down, get paid, and they'd have enough money to get to the next station or planet. Hell, they might even make enough to get their lives going on this one.<br/><br/>"Employ? Well...y'know...I kinda fell out of the investigative business a long, long time ago. Was nice not having all the red tape, but.." Kahmori heaves a soft little sigh "Ahhh, those were the days...hrm...y'know what, Naya? I like you. I think...we could come to some sort of agreement. I take care of this 'serial predator' problem for you...and you take care of a little problem for me. I'll even bring this guy back alive, if that's what it takes!"<br/><br/>"You see..." Kahmori gives Sheva's shoulder another tight little squeeze, clutching her against him as if comforting her about the entire 'serial predator' situation "We just got here, obviously. A bit low on funds...you can imagine how expensive it is to travel around so much. Aaaand...everyone needs a place to stay and food to eat, right?" If the charm hadn't been turned on before, Kahmori definantly lays it on thick now "So...tell you what. Give me the details ,and I'll look into this for you. Provided you can find pockets deep enough to provide me and my sister a nice room at a hotel, and a few good meals. In return? I'll hunt this guy down in a week's time. Toss in a nice bottle of wine..." He gives Sheva a playful little wink "aaaand I bet I could make it six days..."<br/><br/>When Naya averts his eyes the final time to give the passengers a once-over again, Kahmori slips his hand down from Sheva's shoulder, tucks it beneath her cloak, and firmly places his palm against the left cheek of her perfect, furry little tush. Without so much as the faintest hint of a warning beyond that sudden movement, he gives her butt a firm, teasing grope, squeezing her cheek and partially pulling it to the side, spreading it just the slightest bit. Without missing a beat, Kahmori leans down close and whispers softly in her ear, following it up with a coy, playful little lick along the entire exterior of her ear, from the base to the tip.. "Mmm...sis, have I ever mentioned you've got such a nice ass? What is a poor brother to do..."<br/><br/>Without removing his hand - keeping it partially hidden beneath Sheva's cloak, still squeezing and teasing - Kahmori looks back up at Naya and offers an enormous grin, showing off his sharp, white teeth to the smaller vulpine "Sooo...whatcha say, chief? Trust me - I'm good at my job. Well worth the price. A week's worth of motel bills, a few meals...and, of course, the eventual reward."