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A smirk. that was what he gave her, and it would seem that he gave her exactly that without much grace to refine it. He had never been a creature particularly bathed in beauty or calloused and efficient love, but he had always been something of a higher caliber. Could that be argued? No, it truly couldn't--and he was well aware that argument was a poor and easily lost battle if the naysayer was in disagreement with himself. Syrinx watched her and waited carefully, examining her with perfect precision. To tango with the feline would be hazardous to himself, but could he deny the fun aspect of it that burned in his mind? He wouldn't. "Not all of us. The less prestigious do. I'm selective, babe. Only the finest get the D'" He rolled his shoulders and brought himself to the ground--waiting for her reaction. "If you're wondering...i don't fancy sharing it with you. That thing between your legs might bite it off," what a pity!