<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Torryx</span><br/><br/>Torryx disregarded his reflection as Hart took what could only generously be called a stage.  He watched in curious enjoyment, having been unfamiliar with the song (centaurs not having much of a sailing tradition).  Still, he found the energy of the song appealing and wished he'd known the words to sing along.  Additionally, it had the added effect of clearing out a few of the staring types that had been paying a bit too much attention to the group.<br/><br/>He shook his head with a weak smile as Alice commented on his undercarriage.  He'd learned personally that his undercarriage made her uncomfortable.  It was one of the more unfortunate aspects of their relationship.  He found himself distracted by thoughts of a recent attempt, but chose not to dwell on it for long.  Chi had mentioned having met the performer before under somewhat similar circumstances, a fact which did not surprise him.  He made to call out to the man, but it seemed someone else had approached him as well.  Torryx shrugged, less than heartbroken about inviting another human over, even if he did seem fun and a friend to Chi.<br/><br/>Turning back to Alice, he noticed Nys stroking her side, even daring to trace along her flesh.  He clenched his jaw in irritation, not wanting to start any problems.  Not only was he the only centaur in a predominantly human town, but Nys and Alice had some history, some of which Torryx had shared, but this conduct was over the line.  He'd have to address that later with Alice.  For now, all he'd have to do is just stay restrained until his food arrived.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he directed his tense gaze to Mercy, and listened to her answer about her "horns."