<div class="floatright">(http://1-media-cdn.foolz.us/ffuuka/board/tg/image/1337/09/1337095155450.jpg)</div>The small lizard was flabbergasted at the man's words. His mouth kept on moving, and Tiktik somehow connected it to his wish to mate with the females... and something more? He wasn't sure, but... "Are... are you hitting on me...?" the kobold asked in all seriousness as Dylan paused for a moment before they reached the camp to catch his breath, though the man did not get a chance to answer before they had returned to camp and he continued talking. Tiktik wondered if he had even heard his question, in the way he continued on... or was there a note of desperation in the man's voice, as though he<em>didn't</em>want to think about something? Mammals were all very confusing, and that was all Tiktik really had to say about that.<br/><br/>He waited and watched as the others had set up their camp, but kept quiet once more among such a large group. Instead he studied them, trying to get a better feel for their motivations and drives. Some seemed genuine about the entire affair, yet others seemed to have their own hidden agenda. He wasn't sure yet which was which yet, but he had learned long ago that mammals enjoyed sharing their motivations and feelings with each other and that he was already at a disadvantage, being not only a different species, but entirely different class. Or was it phylum...? He had never paid much attention to those small science-y details. Regardless, he should put an extra effort into seeing how the wind blew if it meant a higher chance of someone lacking a Tiktik-patterned kobold-skin pair of boots.