Gabriel seemed to immediately soften at Vasha's pouting lip.  He fell to all fours and circled himself, pondering.  Then he pounced Foon Foon's unconscious figure again.  He prodded him, then turned to look at Vasha.<br/><br/>"Fine, Vasha.  We can share him!  But he will live."  The wolf snorted and snarled.   "As much as I hate it!  Take him to the ship.  I need rip some heads to get payment." The wolf licked his lips.  Then, his eyes sunk, his snout receded, his hair fell off, his height decreased, all in a bloody and painful metamorphosis similar to the one he underwent.  Gabriel, in his human form, was now huddled over Foon Foon, panting and exhausted.  He dragged himself to his feet slowly and approached Vasha.  Grabbing her left breast with his right hand, he kissed her softly.<br/><br/>"Take him to the ship, my love..." he said.  He picked up his jacket from the booth, retrieving a long machete from inside.  Holding the blade aloft, he slid the sharp edge against his forearm.  Then he brought the forearm to Vasha's lips, smiling.   "Meanwhile, I'll sever the heads... does it sound like a deal, baby?"