Arvin could only stare in response to her, losing himself in her gestures and flirtations.<br/><br/>"Uh.." He mumbled, suddenly looking away as thoughts of Lucy's ire at such a scene entered his mind, "I should go. It's getting late."<br/><br/>Still firmly under her influence, he smiled and nodded politely to Dymiira, not at all concerned about<em>any</em>of her machinations and advances. Arvin inhaled deeply and took a step towards the door.