The prospect of seeing an elven hound in the bath area was so unique that Jerion hardly noticed the master until he spoke. Initially both twins went to answer him, speaking in sequence until the one in the tub stopped to let the closer twin speak to Bael. “A cockfight” Jerion flatly jested. “A woman was being flirtatious with the men. Now she is somewhere in that cluster of bodies.”<br/><br/>Mircalla leaned his head back and seductively chuckled to himself. “Well hello Sir.” He crooned in his resonate contralto voice and peaked back at Bael over a smooth porcelain shoulder. “Did you bring another dog to join the pile? That one looks like he may have more luck sniffing out the goods....” His off color joke also begin a barbed- tongue comment about the nature of male carnal desires.