<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He rolled his eyes, "some hunter... Caught in your own prey's enchantment..."<br/><br/>He could leave at any moment, he still had tricks, and he could always use the black flame to leave. He pulled his gun and leaned down, keeping his eyes away from the nymphs gaze. His mask would protect him from the powder, and he would not watch any single spot for any longer than he needed to in this conflict, he simply had to ensure he was not subject to an audible enchantment.<br/><br/>He could always stop the creature from speaking, but that would probably stir the crowd again. Fire played along his leg, burning the vines, and he gave a dark smile when he realized what he could do.<br/><br/>"No need to trap me," he twisted to the side, wrenching the burnt vines so he was straddling her. His unarmed hand slowly ran down the creature's neck and to her breast. He was not about to give up his mask as protection, so he simply played along her body with one hand, and then he grabbed her dress vigorously.<br/><br/>"If you want to play, you'll have to excuse me while I remove this..."<br/></span>