He was already stripping off nearly three weeks worth of grime, when Flitz looked up.<em>Hey boss. The ladies are on the other side.</em><br/><br/>He looked up, and realized he could hear them, and nodded.<em>Yep, thanks for pointing that out. Good to know what they talk about when I am not around.</em><br/><br/>Flitz gave him a flat look after climbing out of the pool he had dove into, before shaking himself dry.<em>Not what I was suggesting. How about taking a look? Most of them probably wouldn't mind. Two even offered already.</em><br/><br/>That got the tiefling to react, his head snapping up.<em>Flitz, no. I have no desire to get skinned.</em><br/><br/>His familiar just gave him that smirk the usually preceded the tiefling ending up in uncomfortable positions and in significant pain, before he flew up and over the divider. "Flitz, get back here! I don't need to piss off the others. Flitz!"