<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12:10 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Psylocke<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/>"I doubt the Cajun would know what to do in a Devil's threesome,"  Warren answered as he climbed to his feet.  "He doesn't strike me as swinging my direction.  Of course that would mean more attention focused on you.  Of course if you're looking for a third, I'm sure I could find a willing participant."  He thought of the way Wanda's fur felt under his fingers, the thick luxurious pelt soft and warm.  He had no doubt that Elizabeth would pick up on it.  The scent of Wanda's perfume, the taste of her lips.  Their conversation about Wanda's sexuality and how long it had been since she'd had sex.  All these things he thought of, even as he followed Psylocke towards the change room.<br/><br/>Around them the danger room changed, as it reverted to it's standby condition.  Beams retracted, the floor returned to level.  Soon it was as if nothing had been there at all.<br/><br/>"Are you a fan of shared showers?" Warren asked, deliberately pausing at the door.  "Or would you rather we find some place more private?  I suspect I might get a few sharp words directed at me, if somebody walked in to the women's shower and found me washing more than your back."