[Zeo]

If Zeo had been entertained before- This wonderful Synila woman's motion at Maikan of all people as the bartender made him snort with laughter- an unexpected spill of real amusement; not any of those cultured and ridiculous laughs that were all well and goodnatured for social occasions; this was the kind of laugh that was for homes, surprises of happiness, and the world's most inane inside joke.

"Yes, Bartender- serve me." He called jovially and in the lightest of tones. It wouldn't do for Maikan to pout...It was never fun if the pointy eared cretin pouted.

Aaand there went the snub-nosed brat, doing what he did best. Acting the perfect and hoity-toity gentleman. Uhg..Dirty tricks for fiendish fiends. He about brought a hand up, drew eyes on it, and mocked every word Maikan spoke; but didn't. Restraint was always the better part of valor. He smiled politely, all charm and grace as he let them both fuss over him. Well...let Lady Synila fuss over him- let Maikan give him little orders to satisfy his need for control. That was alright..they both knew who had more authority.

That's right, Zeo. Zeo with his special coat. Zeo zeo zeo. Mmhmm. Zeo.

He was going to tattoo it on that Feryxonian's hide. And then maybe pull out all the hairs on his fluffy fluffy oh so manly tail. The thought made him grin in his own little wonderland, about the same time that Maikan bowed- having to sway to keep from brushing against him as he did it. He scowled, shifting to hold both the liquor and the club soda in one very dexterous hand as he reached out to trail fingernails across the back of one of Maikan's ears- just along that edge that connects to the skull.

And in a very light and conversational tone, he added- "And that right there, your mighty lordship- is why the women want to use your sweat for shampoo, and forever smell of sweaty furbag." Before turning to waltz a half a step away- spinning to face them once more as he walked backward a few paces. "And you know you only helped because it gets me one step closer to naked." Uncouth, rude, vulgar, and most likely inclined to fall in bed with anything warm, sentient, and with only half a brain to speak of; that was Zeo to a T. And let's not forget his wonderful sense of humor!

...Ooh he was going to get into so much trouble later.