YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID

Syrinx was wise enough to know those that could be of use to him and know those from those that would only end up hurting him. Wth Virgil--however, she was an exception. Much lke Eos she possessed an aloofness that only allowed joy to be something that bridled her own self well. When it came to personal affairs she was likely the type he would never rely on, however, he held the firm belief that he could count on her should a battle befall them. After all, this had been why he allied with her. Why he had been joyous on the occasion of allowing her to come home with him. Beyond this she was simply eye-candy. A kind that he wasn't quite intent on noticing. She was a woman--and the genetics that his father had held to want everything but only take selectively had skipped him. Syrinx wanting nothing and only hungered for things when he knew he would never have them. He and Cairo were nothing alike--except they both wanted to make sure Valhalla was well taken care of.

A summons is what takes his attention so easily, but it is the smell of blood wafting in that made his mouth began to salivate and his attention truly be grasped. Quick and certain of what is awaiting him he moves until he finds her decorated in rich dark liquid he grants her with a smirk; allowing it to encumber his lips pleasurably and darkly and he immediately pressed his entire body towards her; careful to offer a decent amount of space while also offering her a jocose comment, "Here I wasn't sure if you were pretty. You, however, look positively ravishing in red,"