Much like Scar, and probably one of the reasons why they're so compatible with each other, is that he was also not afraid of getting freaky in the bedroom. By his own admission, most people in the performing arts were 'kinky as hell', which was also a subtle nod to one of the thoughts he's espoused when he feels philosophical: that there can be no Hell, because there is no torture that a human wouldn't eventually fetishize.<br/><br/>Scar asked him if he thought she was a soul eater. Now it was his turn to flash her a grin so sinful that it had matched her tone. "I suppose we'll see, now won't we?" It might be thinly veiled, but the poetic quality of it might help obscure what he was saying. But there was some sexual commentary in there. Given his some times cat-like traits, comparing him to stalking a lion, and taking photos when he was in his natural environments made perfect sense; otherwise, you end up with goofball shenanigans. Admittedly, those could be fun.<br/><br/>And you know, it's funny. Puck had originally intended to be behind everyone, and do the rabbit ears that Sarah was worried over. But Scar yoinked one of his hands, and he decided to make the most of it, changing his plans in what must have been a half-second. His fingers laced with hers, and he wrapped his free arm around her stomach, pulling her close against him, and nipping at her earlobe, just as the picture is taken. Scandalous! But that's Puck for you; one would be hard pressed to find a freer spirit, though in his esteem, his beloved was kindred in that sense; free-spirited.<br/><br/>What part of his face does get caught on the camera, he just looks like the cat that got the cream. And in a lot of ways, he was.<br/><br/>The tour seemed to pass in the beating of a heart, the blink of an eye, and he saw his friend Marty dash off with his own gal. He immediately gave Scar a highly amused smile, and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "I think our friends are consecrating their room." His laugh is lilting, and ephemeral; almost ghost-like in how it was there for just a moment, before it trailed off. "All the rooms, all the positions, hmm, hmm, hmm!" He leaned in as if he was going to lock lips with her, but instead, he only teasingly pecked her on the cheek.<br/><br/>He then immediately went to the closest wall, and played at being trapped and helpless; but the sparkle in his eyes never do quite leave. "Oh no, I'm trapped with an incredibly alluring and highly sexual woman. Oh woe is me. Whatever shall be my fate?" Mostly, he was trying to gauge her mood... he had a pretty good idea that she was hot and ready to go, considering the earlier grinding, and how much they've been teasing each other; and he was definitely in the mood. But he wanted to see what she felt like doing; did she want to pounce upon him, and take control? Maybe do a little 'soul-sucking'? Or did she want to be the mouse that this cat played with?