His left eyebrow twitched slightly, a major warning sign to most of his companions and constructs, but he held back the sudden urge to turn all seven of them into whimpering bitches right then, instead opting to ramp up the pheromones to well past half 'power,' nearly two thirds. "I had no intention of staying until I sensed someone trailing me. You will notice the three toys are not out any more. Though your attitude is fast annoying, ma'am. A bit of respect would do you well, especially when dealing with an unknown."<br/><br/>He smirked slightly, before opening a tiny portal between the two of them, so that the pheromones flowed through it in a concentration more accurate to what she would experience if she was standing right next to him, rather than nearly forty feet from him. He suddenly paused, and looked around. "Besides, all seven of you are well within range of a fireball, though I would have to drop it on my feet to hit you all. A smarter idea would have been three of you in the clearing, the other four in the trees. Not that it helped the last group that did that, but it would work on anyone other than me."<br/><br/>He ramped up the pheromones suddenly, flooding the clearing with them, before smiling and striding to the leader. "Of course, you are all in the trap already, so how about we go into the tent, all eight of us, and talk, if you still can."