Moving In

Syrinx was not particularly tyrannical, in most aspects, he was actually fairly strong and very open to suggestion--which was saying a lot given the ship he had striven and decided on running. Lips quivered into a gentle smirk and his eyes held onto Arayne as she was brought to him. She was a pretty little thing. Something he felt deserved to have seen more in her life (lack of scars guiding him to believe she had it easy). Her short proclamation left Syrinx tilting his lips into a displeased simper, "How unfortunate. I do love my bit of trouble," He left her with the grueling smirk that only he could have given and turned to listen to the words that were spat all around. "oh--but she could, Sevan. Let's not rule anything out," his eyes stayed trained on Arayne, examining her, and waiting. Perhaps he could give her a purpose. How he would like that.

Meinx would speak up and Syrinx would leave himself pleased at the way she handled herself. She offered words that were both kind and yet affirmative--and while he would have handled it with more ferocity he wouldn't argue with the fact she was more the Chrysanthe of his bunch, "Do you wish to go, Arayne? When this could be your chance to actually hold some value?" the words were tempting and his voice remained husky and reminiscent of a deep voiced jazz singer. Smooth, clean, and charming. do you want to run? if she did he would have more than enough fun chasing the young woman off. More than enough fun trying to catch her and crush her.

Ryouta and Alena both came and Syrinx would present both with a firm nod of the head. His eyes reveled over both women and his skull flickered over the mountains, "Welcome to your new home," he purred. They would, hopefully, grow to enjoy it as he had. Limbs pushed himself forward, towards Arayne, and he attempted to lower his jaws near her ear--to whisper, "It's your choice, temptress," perhaps this was the best way for him to choose the best course for Amenti. Perhaps seduction could be his ally--and was it a falsity to admit some women preferred the rough antics of a strong king? He offered this and so much more and only prayed that he played the part well enough. Love had not bode him well, perhaps another course would.