It bothered the overactive Puthernic to lay on the bed for so long, warming up and refilling the batteries as most humans would do. He simply didn't need it - he was always powered up. On top of that, listening to Korono'  harmonious song and hearing the soft voice of that female stranger - he didn't care she called him a dog, no woman coked shake his confidence - made him jump and put on his bermuda, which was dry by then. He left his room exuding his natural confidence and making no effort to be quiet. All Puthernic wanted was to walkdownstairs straight to the place where Korono was.<br/><br/>By that time, Puternic saw the slender female body seating on the bar, facing the little boy, so that she culd not see Puthernic directly. Her body was breathless and her dress was too provocative to be described. Definitively, he had to possess that female, whose pale skin combined with her red-head made him burn from inside.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, Puthernic's immediate interest was different: he didn't talk to the stranger. Instead, he moved towards an armchair in front of Korono. Somehow, her music calmed his soul down and he started to think whether there was actually a reason to be there rather than his pure instincts.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Ms. Korono! Your room number 12 is great. Congratulations!", Puthernic gazed her in the eyes just as he had done earlier.<br/><br/>"Could you please make a treat for me? Or I will have to make a trick?", he smiled jokingly.<br/><br/>"Have you already heard of a certain Spanish guitar composer called Gaspar Sanz? He is an old one, I admit".