WHAT GOES BUMP IN THE NIGHT -- (CLAIMING/AT WILL)

ooc; I'm going to assume that they will recognize one another from their previous meeting. If you'd rather them not, I can change this.

He moved with some sense of urgency, some hidden agenda that even he himself was not yet aware of. Some part of him knew he was putting a little extra effort in lately to ensure that his manhood remained intact. After his recent spat with his wife, the King was all too eager to prove that he did indeed know what he was doing. It had shaken him up quite a bit - their argument - and had set his mind in a buzz, thinking and contemplating. And now, hardly before he knew he'd left Seracia, he was walking in the familiar battlefield, ears swiveling to catch the sound of another. The wind carried her scent to him far before he arrived, revealing only her sexuality as female, and nothing more of interest. However, as her frame came into view, another fact was established. He knew her. It was Medusa. A smile crept across his lips, she had been an interesting little minx. We meet again, he said, his voice breathy and carrying just a twinge of excitement. Some part of him was glad to see a familiar face in this wretched place. Speech,