Ammon in the Baths<br/><br/>By a certain point, he was lost in his own world. Everything else didn't matter and it was refreshing to get the area to himself. He was only really shaken out of this train of thought when he heard a soft groan. His brain knew that it couldn't be a man. Which limited the possibilities. The object of the frustration he felt, was in here. He supposed that now was as good a time as any other to settle the score. It was with that Ammon made his way through the baths, until coming across Ryann.<br/><br/>His eyes rested on her for a moment, freely looking her over and fixing on her curves before he opened his mouth.<strong>"Well, you're not dead. Good, that leaves me the pleasure of being the one to kill you for that stunt you pulled earlier."</strong>Making his presence known as he stalked towards her slowly, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. There was definite murderous intent behind those eyes, but something else as well. His body was coiled like a spring, and he seemed ready to attack at the slightest of movements. The fact that they were both nude, meant absolutely nothing presently.