<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/55d5/f/2015/328/3/4/ratking_by_kneelingqueen-d9hwdc1.jpg)</div>The Rat King tapped his chin in thought as he watched the situation unfolding through his mind's eye. He hadn't been expecting this sudden intrusion into his little game, but perhaps this could be worked with. He could sense another kindred spirit within the newcomer, though it was of a distant relation compared to those he typically surrounded himself with. With the right sort of manipulation, this rabbit could be swayed as well. A soft and evil chuckle escaped him as he thought of the fun that came with playing puppet-master to those possessing weaker wills than his own, and he began extending his influence to this 'Usagi' fellow as he had with his true target. His attempts to play with the minds of his subjects had been subtle so far, but now he wished to be a little more...demanding.<br/><br/>It would be interesting to see the effects this would have on them both.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5b38/f/2015/310/c/e/usagi_by_kneelingqueen-d9fslkq.jpg)</div>Usagi breathed an inner sigh of relief as the alluring rat woman visibly calmed somewhat before answering his questions. Unfortunately, he was left with yet more questions in the wake of her words. "New York City?"  It was a name unlike any of the providences or settlements that he had heard before. "I am from the land of Japan, which clearly this is not." He sheathed his sword and offered a slight smile at the woman's kind tone; soothing and warm, he found little reason to doubt that she was a mother with such a disposition. "Well met, Mistress Splinter. It is a pleasure to meet one so...enchanting."<br/><br/>Usagi blinked as the sudden compliment slipped out, as if on it's own. While the Mistress was certainly quite beautiful, it was unlike him to be so forward with someone he had just met. Not only that, but he had been feeling a little strange for the last couple of minutes. The rabbit ronin felt a flush whenever he looked at Splinter, and his heart began pounding within his chest. His eyes wandered the curves she kept hidden within her kimono, soon settling on her impressive bosom. What would she look like without that bothersome clothing to obstruct his view, he wondered? He knew it was unbecoming to think of a lady in such a way when they were but strangers, but it was impossible to remove such thoughts from his mind. Certain urges were only growing stronger the longer he remained in her proximity, and he could feel his blood boiling with absolute lust. What was wrong with him?<br/><br/>As if his feet were acting independently of the rest of his body, he took a step forward into Splinter's guard to rest his hand softly on her furry shoulder. Her feeling of her soft skin only made her that much harder to resist, and he looked down into her eyes with a heat that was unmistakable, for it seemed to be in her eyes as well. "Can you help me?"