<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire-1.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></em><br/>HP 56 (Current HP 56)  AC 16</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Camp</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"You are correct in what you say my friend.   Although I suspect they are interested in you an our new strapping friend over there.   Through his companion might give pause.   Because of the companion it might keep them at  bay out of fear.   For how long I am not sure.   Best to remain alert  not let on we realize they are out there."</em><br/><br/>Cyrus had intended to reply to her opening statement with something along the lines of 'if that is the sole intent of all future foes, then life as a mercenary would not only become easier, but I would happily do it for free.'  However, the sight of Pantea fully shedding her cloak caused him to abandon attempts at speaking out of fear of mumbling incoherently.  No matter how charming an individual was, such an action would only spoil such a moment of building passion.  The grace of her movement was not lost on the magus as he watched her rush him, placing herself well within his personal space in an all too sensual position.  Naturally, he didn't mind the intrusion in the least.<br/><br/>His heart raced as she leaned closer to him while the blood in his body diverted its flow to his nether regions.  Some part of him was vaguely aware that Lasciel's presence silently lurked somewhere in the back of his mind.  She would not attempt control of him, she had already exhausted her attempt for the day.  However, that hardly kept her from riding as passenger to the sensual delights that were all but promised at this point.  A soft moan escaped Cyrus' lips as he felt her tongue brush against his ear, every fiber in his being suddenly became charged with anticipation from the erotic gesture.<br/><br/><em>"I have vast needs my friend would you honor me."</em><br/><br/>Before he had a chance to gather his senses enough to respond, he was pulled into a deep, passionate kiss that caused his body to arch more firmly against hers.  It was for that reason he was able to clearly feel Pantea's body quiver with physical need.  He had always had a particular interest in assertive lovers.