Semmon nodded and his hands fell slightly; rather than reaching about Anya's waist to help her dismount, his fingers slid up underneath her skirt, brushing the outsides of her thighs, then clutching her hips and even cupping her buttocks to lift her weight from the blanket upon the dragon's back. He cast subtly inquiring glances at Aria and Kass, trying to measure up whether either of them had any sort of claim or other plans for the rescuee.<br/><br/>Setting Anya down - and noticing her rahter high heels with no small surprise - one of Semmon's hands happened to linger under the back of her skirt while he gesticuated with the other. "How the sun sweats you!" he looked to the sky and back again, "And what - slime? - is this upon you?" HE noticed the veneer of viscous liquid still clinging to Anya's skin from her submerging in the mindflayers' bat. "You'll wish to go somewhere you may wash off and change into fresher, drier attire, of course." He gestured to a younger priestess, who nodded knowingly and went off to prepare what she knew the elder priest had in mind for the blonde visitor.