<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zed, Ayr<br/><br/>And there was his least favorite thing about nymphs: they always had to be tricksters and dance around their answers instead of saying anything outright, even if it didn't benefit them in any way to do so. Still, the question was little more than a character test on Marc's part. He already knew what she was capable of, her level of skill, and whether or not he could trust her to stay loyal to his gang in the making. If nothing else, she would be a nice bit of eye candy to keep around, although he hoped to use more than just his eyes on her. "Don't worry, my dear," Marc replied in a low yet clear voice, a sly smile forming on his lips as he leaned forward and patted her thigh. "With me, you'll never have to fake it," he said with a chuckle, his hand lingering just a little too long on her bare thigh before he drew it back into his lap. The actions would have seemed sleazy from anyone but an obvious immortal, but thankfully the lack of wings did nothing to hide his true nature from anyone with a bit of sense. In his case, it was just a sign of flattery, and perhaps even respect. He liked her, which was always important when dealing with a prospective employer.<br/><br/>Hearing a ruckus go down down on the main floor, Marc shook his head, but his smile didn't fade at all. He trusted his bouncers and his bartender could diffuse whatever situation was occurring, and if they didn't, he was sure he could find a few replacements amongst these fresh recruits. "I don't know why the Maidenhood let you go, Zed, but I'll go on faith and hope they were fools for doing so, rather than me being the fool for giving you a chance now. But in any case, I can guarantee you you'll have the chance to prove at least one of your skills tonight. Maybe both, if we have time after," he stated, hinting that tonight would end up being more than a simple meet-and-greet with the people who accepted his invitation. He had business he wasn't willing to wait on. "Heck, if you want to, you can start showing me some skill right now while I talk to the rest of the lowlifes," he said so that it was hard to tell if he was joking or serious, or maybe half and half, though it was just in time for the next auditioner to step on up.<br/><br/>Marc hadn't encountered many archons during his years with the Light of Dawn, since they tended not to fit in that well, but he had grown to respect their kind for just how intelligent they could be. This one was particularly adorable as well, with a pretty face and an athletic, just slightly effeminate body that his white leather showed off rather well. Marc also had little trouble spotting a rather large "sausage" shaped out in the leather between his thighs, apparently still a bit hard from his flirting with that cute neko woman. (Of course, being the son of the devil prince of Lust, Marc had little to be jealous of in that department.) While the body was appealing, the mind was what the boss man truly needed to get to know. "Same question to you, puppy dog," he said in a way that was more affectionate than slighting as Ayr approached the booth, expecting he must have already heard his conversation with Zed thanks to his advanced hearing.