<div align="center"><em>Clint "socializes" his way </em></div><hr/><hr/><strong><br/>"Of course not Mr. D, I would never dream of it." </strong><br/>Clint offered Mr. D a fake smile, finishing up his meal and tossing the scraps into the fire for his father. He had felt the chill and only looked amused, Mr.D was not all that bad but it would not be their type of relationship if he did not make the scorned god's life even more of a hell. Feeling something caress his neck he turned to look over at an obvious daughter of Aphrodite try to charm him. Had he been who he was five years earlier he would have fallen for it (again) but this time he simply waved off the seduction as if it was an annoying bug. Luckily this one was weak, even he knew a well trained temptress could bring him to his knees, such a weakness always bothered him. The daughters of Aphrodite were dangerous to him, years ago it had nearly been his ruin, if it had not been Cecilia.<br/><br/>With his meal finished he felt the gaze of lust upon them, one from Desmond the other from the "unclaimed" daughter, getting to that assumption after he saw her sitting away from her sister table of ditzes and whores. With no other purpose at the pavilion, he walked off towards the forest looking for a little "excitement"...<br/><strong>"What's that Cecilla? I can't hear you..." </strong><br/>He turned with a grin before his form shifted back into his black falcon and he flew off, weaving between two people that were approaching the pavilion a little late for dinner.