The martial artist flexed his fingers again, languidly. "He's been celibate." He drawled, sounding faintly scornful

"Yeah, most girls ran from being so dragged down." Shen grinned. "However, I think you're going to try and change that ne?" he said, baitingly.

Long arched his spine, purring at the series of pleasant cracks. He stretched his muscles slowly and languidly in a sensual, feline fashion.

Ok, this creeped Shen out even more, he didn't even know Long could purr. A thousand swirling voids yelled in his mind, telling him to run, to attack. But no, he wanted to see what would happen, after all, curiosity killed the cat. Still, he took a few steps back, for distance.

The Kempo Master cast a lazy glance around. "Since there is no one around within a 4 mile radius and not a brothel in sight..." his eyes fixed on Shenlong with a disturbing smirk.

"Your not thinking what I think your thinking..." Shen held his hands up in front of himself. "I should have you know I carry all sorts of nasty little diseases."

"And so do whores." was the simple reply before he pounced.

Shen swore, and dived out of the way. //for once that stupid little voice was riiiiight// he thought hurriedly as he bolted. This night was not going well, and he had a sinking feeling that it was going to get worse.

"Here kitty kitty kitty!" Long called out in an eerie voice. "All I want is your tail!"

Shen called back as he ran. "Go chase your own!" all that was running through his mind were cackling that suspiciously sounded like Bushi, and the nagging thought cursing himself for forgetting the berrtta he had blackmailed off of somebody.

"Oh believe me, I am..." he purred, darting out of sight

Shen blinked as he listened carefully, that sounded stupidly inane.... Like something he would say. This was all a bad dream, thought up by his evil conscious. Right.... He stopped, leaning against an outcropping of rocks to catch his breath; his bright slit eyes darting around nervously.

"Missed me?" Long murmured, his hands clamped over the other's eyes

Shen started, whirling around violently and smacking Long away and off he took again.

'My my...' the martial artist tsked. He lit a cigarette he plucked from the clone's coat with the stolen lighter, then took a leisurely drag. He frowned slightly as he noticed his tolerance wasn't as good as it should be...oh well

Shen stopped, his ear's picking up the clicking of the lighter, frantically he patted down his pockets. "He...stole...my...lighter...." The clone growled all semblance of rational thought fleeing in terror. Spinning sharply on his heel, he turned back into the tiger's den.

'Ah, missing something?' The Kempo Master dangled the lighter from slender fingers; the lit cigarette perched between his lips. There was an air of amusement around him, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Give it." Shen demanded, grabbing for his precious lighter. It was his favourite and had cost him big.

'Why should I?' he taunted.

"I want my lighter back." He growled, grabbing for it again.

'How about a trade, hmm...?'

"Hell no."

'Oh why not?' he chuckled, rolling the lighter along his fingers. 'Nothing much I ask for.'

Shenlong growled. His eyes filtering to a darker red. He wanted his lighter back. It was his and he wanted it back, and woe to him that kept it from him. You see, the clone was rather touchy about his belongings. With a snarl, he struck out.