"Aye, got to be gettin' the Irish luck in here, aye?" So, fun fact, Puck does in fact speak with a natural brogue; he's just trained himself out of using it, instead having a sort of very generic could-be-from-anywhere voice in his usual conversations. He was also very good at modulating his voice, imitating other people and the like; but every so often, he let the thick Irish accent out to play. Often to his amusement, and that of others, as, with most things, on the surface level, he did not seem to take anything seriously.<br/><br/>He felt her ass rubbing against him, and he casually wrapped a hand around her stomach, and held her close to him. Though, she knew it all too well; by all appearances, it would seem as if he was holding her against her will. All she had to do, though, was start to move, and he allowed her to. A subtle illusion, one of his many tricks. He whispered into her ear, quietly.<em>"All the positions, all the rooms?"</em>really, it's hard to know which of these two has the stronger libido. It's probably good that they're paired up.<br/><br/>He settled into a sort of nuzzling gesture, as if he were some big cat; some pet. Nuzzling her neck was meant to be a reassurance for her, as well as just a general sign of close affection. At least a few times, he's actually purred for her; and sounded exactly as one would imagine something like a leopard or a lynx doing, strong but happy, smooth and rhythmic. Some times, he would laugh and joke about how he might be a 'bear'--playing off the pronunciation of his name, Berich--but that he was secretly raised by cats, who taught him all sorts of mystical and magical things. Stories for amusement, of course; but Puck did have a lot of cat-like traits about him.<br/><br/>And much like his beloved lady, there was a bit of Puck... it could handle things seriously. A part of him that could balance a check book, and make ends meet; a part of him that let him be socially functioning in an acceptable way. But at his heart was something else; youth, playful innocence--no matter how base and carnal he may be at times--a touch of darkness to balance his light; and it made him a complex person to understand, and to accept. Another one of his favorite jokes was that for every physical mask he owned, he carried a metaphysical one... Scar and Martin would know this better than Sarah, simply because Sarah hasn't gotten to see any side of him besides his 'default' 'happy-go-lucky, kid in a candy store' vibe.<br/><br/>Also, let's be real. Puck, even going by this nom de guerre, was the consummate trickster, so he's probably fueling Scar's apparently carefree nature; indulging her, as he was very much the type to do just about anything at least once; twice if he was uncertain about it. "Putting off the setting of rules sounds like a good idea. We'll need the time to get things semi-functional. Though, the good news there is that I have a few days off; the rest of the crew are recovering, and we'll have to figure out what our next act will be. But that's all stuff I can handle with a few emails and phone calls. So yes. Set up house, then rules." Fun thing with Puck, and rules: he almost never breaks them, he just finds ways to 'creatively interpret' the rules. It's a bit like dealing with a lawyer, but typically a lot more amusing and exciting.<br/><br/>"I mean, man caves are a vital necessity. Though... I dunno man, I still say that Pinball is better than Pac Man." He flashed his friend a broad, ear-to-ear grin. For a brief moment, he thought back to childhood; the town they'd been born in, had one of those old school arcades that took quarters. Puck used to love Pinball, and the light-gun games. Probably still has a high score somewhere in that old arcade, still hanging on the screen: PUK. "I think I still have that 'no girls allowed' sign from middle school. It will establish the man-cave's perimeter." He says with a laugh. A joke, there was never such a sign.<br/><br/>Though it might sound like he and Marty had already made up their mind for the rest of the group, there is a subtle tension that Scar may notice in the way he holds her; that slight tightening of his muscles being a sign that he was a little worried; like maybe he was overstepping his boundary. He still saw this as 'her' place, after all, and didn't want to overstep. It would take him at least a few days to start thinking of this as their place, as some part of it somehow being 'his'. Part of him thought he might wake up in his old bed, this being all but his own midsummer's night's dream.