<strong>-- Desmond - Juggs Automotive Repair - After the Meet --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Of course," he said good-naturedly, either unconcerned by Aryl's lack of knowledge or merely happy to put his own to good work.<br/><br/>Pandora casually fell back into the couch beside the other men, crossing his legs in an overtly feminine way.  "By the by," he drawled, "That's quite the interesting little skill.  The auras, I mean.  I don't believe I've ever met anyone well-versed in magic--though I suppose it's quite impossible to tell on the street."  Then, sounding caught between pride and bitterness,  "I imagine my<em>aura</em>must be quite rotten by now.  Eaten up from the inside out, more like.  The price of being a designer<em>commodity</em>."