"Hmm...we should make your entrance great. With lots of explosions, screams of death, the smell of terror..." Tarb mumbled with a slightly dreamy expression as he lay lazily on his back.

"Hmm...I prefer the satisfaction of crushing happiness. It gives such me such a dopamine rush..." Dren replied and yawned sleepily.

"Maybe we could wait for them to go somewhere happy...like the seaside and ruin it with a horde of stampeding fire breathing, pulse emitting predacytes if you really ." Tarb said smugly as he lazed on his back in mid air.

"On a lovely sunny day...I'd prefer to relax and sun lounge myself." Dren replied slowly. And he stretched himself out in mid air. "Who has the time and patience to spend more than five minutes doing a trade mark Cyniclon cackle of victory when I could be relaxing..."

"I don't mind sun lounging or cackling...but the UV light does my skin no favours. The humans really don't take care of their atmosphere...I mean, there's big holes everywhere." Tarb replied with a frown and Sardon chuckled.

"Well we can't change the Ozone holes, but perhaps the invention of this "sun crème" would do you some good. It appears to halt the process of causing skin cell mutations in light in human skin." Sardon said dryly with a slow smile.

"I think I'll raid their primitive stores for that later." The small Cyniclon said thoughtfully looking at his pale skin. "Who know, it might save me from igniting in flames."

"You're so vain." Dren groaned with a frown, and Tarb stuck his tongue out at him.

"But so are you, with your human based grooming techniques. All those hair products and skin creams you use. They're filthy habits you should get rid of, not at all Cyniclon like."

"Do what you want and I'll do what I want. I'm heading out for recon." Dren told them irritably and his lithe body exited the dimension gracefully. Within the dimension Sardon gave a little snort, and fanned himself slowly.

"After his transformation he appears to have been granted privileges above us, granted by himself no doubt. And removing that idiotic stupor he was trapped him seemed to be a bad idea."

"Tch. Deep Blue will set that straight when we tell him. No doubt some of that new power has gone to his head." Tarb said with a sigh and closed his eyes half way.

"Indeed but for now, let his cocky mindset do what he wishes. It'd be pointless to refrain him and possibly dangerous."

"With his senses previously ruined with that gunk the humans pumped into him, there's no telling what he's up to. All these human products he uses...it's like he's trying to become one of them...starting with appearances. It's strange." Sardon said darkly and pulled up his intelligence console from subspace, ready to input more data. "We should see about reverting him to his adolescence form, he was much more easier to handle and it can't be too hard. At this rate his power is likely to be higher than ours combined."

"Only just." Tarb corrected him with a scowl.

"But that's all the edge he needs."

Meanwhile Mark was walking down a corridor intent on changing into his kendo outfit for after class activity. As he hurried into empty changing rooms he halted in his tracks. There was a slim figure leant against the lockers, his hair fell over his eyes and his ears were far too surreal to be human.

"I've been waiting for you lover boy." Came a rich tone of voice. There were undertones of a seductive manner that sent the hairs on the back of Mark's neck standing, they were tones of seduction, arrogance and power.

"Is that...you Dren?" Mark asked apprehensively and dropped his bags on the benches beneath the lockers.

"The one and only." The figure said and he brushed his hair out of his eyes. The amber eyes drilled into Mark's endlessly and he ran his hand over one of his tapered ears. Mark swallowed once as he recognized how dominant this character was, his arrogance and confidence was over whelming, stifling the air, and Dren picked up on his discomfort.

"And your brother?" The human asked suspiciously as he pulled out his kendo uniform.

"Yeah. Zoey's been lying to you. Don't believe that bull shit. There can only ever be one Dren on this planet." The Cyniclon laughed hollowly and traced his left handed claws over the lockers, where it peeled away the surface layer of metal, letting it curl with a screech into a thin ribbons.

"I didn't believe it in the first place. So what is it you want with me today?" The teenager asked him quietly as he straightened up. His ears burning from the harsh noise Dren was creating. "Last time you sounded like this you were spouting crap about Zoey and me, so what exactly is it you want!" He asked aggressively.

"Hmm...In actuality I want to destroy you." Dren said simply and leant towards Mark. He rested a cool hand on his shoulder and pushed the teen towards the locker, pinning him down with his other hand. Mark noticed his hands were cool to touch, as if the Cyniclon had a sickly health or a bad thermoregulatory system, or maybe his body was dying and sapping away any heat energy produced.

"You're phrases are so very cliché. And tiresome." The human said dryly. Dren sniffed the air and grew a broad, fanged grin. "I hate clichés." He said with a little cringing expression, "And I really do hate you." He laughed,

"Well at least the feeling's mutual." Came the stubborn reply. And Dren gave a low chuckle in his throat and changed his tune.

"But I also pity you." Mark was forced to stare into the great amber pools of the alien's eyes which were annoyingly sympathetic. "Poor little Mark. You are a poor, poor human. How could you ever compete with me for Zoey's love?" And he turned away from Mark, brushing his hair away from his eyes, flashing him a brilliant alien smile. "Look at me. I'm beautiful. No one could resist these good looks. And I don't think I need to say how futile you are compared to me. I am a brand new Dren."

Mark couldn't resist taking a close look at the Cyniclon and found that he was right. The Alien's skin was unblemished, clear, pore free, cool and smooth. His hair light, soft, clean and well styled to frame his face, even his eyelashes were dark enough to frame his eyes like eyeliner would do. His feminine features were present like the slim jaw line and long tapered fingers that made him an even more attractive individual. As if his entire appearance was moulded to be attractive.

How could Zoey resist this? And Dren grew a wicked smile, as he caught onto Mark's train of thought. "But I don't care." Mark replied with a scowl.

"Beauty...I have that. Power I have that. Fame? I will have that when I single handedly take over the world. Money? That doesn't matter to me when I can summon anything with a click of my fingers." Dren snarled, "I'm so all powerful that even I'd fall in love with myself." He was eager to crush this whelp's pride and arrogance. "What do you have? Fame? Fortune? Those seem to be the only things that appeal to females. But you have a kendo outfit." And he sniffed a little in disdain. "How macho."

"Listen, if I've got this whole scenario straight. You really like Zoey."

"Of course." Dren purred with pleasure.

"Then don't come running after me for trouble. You'll just upset her." Mark told him angrily.

"And why not? Eliminating you is easy, that way there is no competition for mine and Zoey's love." Dren told him and raised a hand up to him. "And the fact that you touched those lips of hers... by the museum." Mark's eyes narrowed as he realised the extent of Dren's perverse behaviour. "It was disgusting. Those lips are mine and mine alone to touch. I don't ever want you near them."

"Your jealousy is ridiculous." Mark replied quietly.

"No it's not." Dren snapped, "You kissed her and that is unforgivable."

"What I and Zoey do in our own time is none of your business."

"Oh, everything she does is my business." Dren said with a hiss. He couldn't resist talking about Zoey and seeing the jealousy rise up in Mark's face. "And what we do in our own time is MY business. Tell me you're not jealous of me because I get to touch her however I want. I've touched tongues with her and do you want to know how she tasted?"

"Stop saying perverted things!" Mark shouted angrily and Dren snickered, relishing the teenagers distress.

"She was delicious. She could say no, scream, kick and cry...but I'd still do it. I'd taste her everywhere. Because she's weak, and I'm superior-"

"You're crazy!" The teen yelled, red in the face and swung his fist at Dren's face. The Cyniclon toppled into the hall, with a hand massaging his jaw, the punch only hurt his pride. He grew a large snarl but his eyes glittered malevolently. "You're a disgusting pervert. Stay away from Zoey!"

"So you do want to compete. That's good. I love a challenge." Came a rich purr. And within a fraction of a heart beat Dren's hands were at Mark's face, tilting his young, fresh expression up to his own. "You're calling me a pervert? It's only because I love her so much. I want to watch her every single minute. I can't get enough of her. And I don't want anyone else touching her the way I do."

"You're a freak." Mark snarled and pushed him away. "You're so old, it's creepy! Are you a pervert for little boys too?" He snapped as he found himself pinned tightly against the lockers again, his arms straining to push him away. The Cyniclon wasn't even trying to stop the teen, it scared Mark how strong this creature was, but what was even scarier was his playful attitude. Like everything was a joke.

Dren lowered his head to his neck, he was so close he could taste the blood pumping beneath that thin layer of skin."Oh don't say you don't find me attractive." The alien laughed, and Mark felt fear slither over his spine. And he couldn't shake it off.

"I don't!" Mark snarled. And he kicked Dren back, the Cyniclon let himself slam into the lockers almost casually as he kept a menacing grin. And Mark proceeded to punch him again but his fist met with metal. The Cyniclon was gone.

"Oh but you do...pheromones are so heavy in this air, you just can't smell them. Because you're receptors aren't tuned to be attracted to me." Dren whispered into his ears. Mark whipped around, his fist bruised and sore from punching,

"Leave me alone." Mark told him seriously in a low tone.

"Oh, that's exactly what I should be saying to you." Dren said loftily and seized the teen by the front of his shirt, with supreme strength he threw the human into the corridor and watch as he crumpled on the floor unconscious. He sauntered out towards him and crouched down to him.

"Pathetic. Why he deems himself my equal is really quite a mystery." He raised his hand up to Mark again.

"And just who are you!" A high pitched voice cried out. He shifted his gaze to this intruder of the scene.

"Why...am I no one you need to concern yourself about." Dren said softly turning his gaze to a girl who was stood stock still. He approached her with unnatural speed, and a grin and looked deeply into her eyes, "Why you're so beautiful, that surprised tone of voice just doesn't suit you." He put a hand on her face and felt the blood rush to the skin in a hot blush. His other hand he snaked around her waist pulling her close.

"I-I- What- happened?" She blurted out. Dren gave a sneer, it was so clear that this girl was intoxicated with his looks, his scent clouding her judgement, and despite his alien features she was addicted to him. Not to mention his voice that was layered generously with magic, and it'd been so long since he'd had a female in his arms. He leant down so his lips were a partial distance from hers and whispered,

"Let me tell you..." His ears twitched and he looked up. Zoey was glaring at him with an expression so angry it almost made him laugh. "Why...there's my little princess." He hissed and gave a sigh. The girl he was previously about to kiss was flung against the fall with a heavy slap to her face.

"You...you...MONSTER!" Zoey screamed in frustration, her eyes were brimming with tears at the scene and Dren raised an eyebrow.

"Ouch that hurt my feelings." He purred with amusement. "How dramatic. Is that the best you could do?" He said and flashed her a brilliant smile. He began to walk closer to her and she stood her ground, albeit rather stiffly. He could tell that Zoey was angry, stunned and befuddled by a whole host of emotions surging through her. What he didn't know was that what struck her first when she rounded the corner of this hall was his attire.

He looked almost normal. He was wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned, revealing a dark vest, that was tucked loosely into some skinny jeans and converse. And she barely recognised him. And now, the Cyniclon was peering into her eyes. He looked physically the same, in his adult form, but in his eyes betrayed a boyish attitude that reminded her how this was adolescent Dren trapped in an older body. Against his will. Toying with his new found power. His language and sharp words also struck a chord with her, it was as if Dren had matured fully now...and wasn't just blank persona within a body clueless about the world. He was beyond dangerous now. And mercilessly hot. His eyes were searing through her, raising her heart beat to a fast tempo.

"What did you do to Mark?" She whispered, though she hadn't intended to, as she saw the crumpled body of Mark.

"Hmm? Oh him?" Dren said callously and glanced behind with his rich amber eyes. "He's just taking a break."

"You've hurt him haven't you!" She snapped and made to dodge past him but he easily caught her wrist and literally flung her into his body and arms. There was a moment in which their bodies made impact with each other and she felt a sweet connection between them. Something more than friendship. At that moment there was no fear or disagreement between them, just a shared mutual feeling of relief that they were back in each other's arms. Safe and content. Her head was buried in his chest, with his arms entwined around her, and he rested his chin on her head. His ears could hear her heartbeat, it was rapid and betrayed her turmoil of emotions that she would never tell him. She could feel his body heat, he was warm to touch, his musk was strong but it was all so comforting and attractive. It'd been weeks since they'd seen each other. And no one could deny that their close friendship had ended on bad terms.

Dren could feel himself succumbing to her, he felt weak and defenceless as her body was pressed against him. And he saw fit to break this precarious moment between Cyniclon and Mew Mew. Before he found that he was back within her grasp and unable to leave. "Here we are my dear." He purred quietly and Zoey quickly pushed him away from her, suddenly aware of who she was with.

"What did you do to Mark!" She asked him and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"I did nothing but knock him unconscious. It was his own fault for being so weak. He was always usch a soft, feeble creature." Dren said softly and tucked his hands into his pockets. He'd teleported them and they were stood on the roof of the school building while wind blew continuously around them, the scenery from this height was quite picturesque save for the frosty atmosphere that had now grew between them.

"He's not weak - you had better leave before I get really angry and transform!" Zoey told him with a small stammer, she'd gritted her teeth and stared at him angrily.

"Now, now..." Dren told her sweetly and was now holding her chin with his thumb and forefinger. He'd moved with such alarming speed and closed the gap between them before Zoey had even a chance to blink. "Why get so angry?" He asked her gently, the words rolling off his tongue like syrup. "It's been a while since you've seen me. Don't I deserve a kiss? A hot, romantic, love session?" And he stared deeply into her eyes. Zoey felt herself blushing furiously at their contact as he leant even closer and clamped her jaws shut. Unsure of how to deter his advances that sent her skin prickling.

"Haven't you missed me? No?" He asked her sadly and let her go with a sigh. He straightened up and looked at her with a smirk. Her unyielding expression of anger told him everything. "Such a shame. And here I thought we would make out passionately on the rooftop, before loving and leaving you. It would have been so good."

"Cliches?" Zoey muttered with surprise, "Just what are you playing at! You turn up one day out of nowhere, throw a few students around and assume I'll be making out with you? What the hell is wrong with you!" She blurted aloud and Dren looked taken aback, if anything his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"She's feistier than ever..."He thought to himself and held back the desire to sneer at her inferiority. "What I'm playing at?" He said slowly with a rich purr in his throat. He threw back his head and gave a long laugh, his mouth revealing two sharp pointed canines that glinted dangerously within sight. "Oh you are mistaken Zoey Hanson." He looked down at her with a sharp glare that Zoey couldn't help but make a small noise of discomfort. If she were a plant, she would have wilted under such a cold, merciless glance but for a human, the very fibres of her heart shook with unease.

"Just who do you think you are Mew Mew leader?" He asked her dangerously. And he began taking steps towards her, one hand sat in his pocket, the other hand out stretched to her. Was it out of friendliness or was it dangerous? It was impossible to tell. "Do you think that your species could just get away with capturing a somewhat innocent Cyniclon, and pump him full of disgusting, vile crap spewed from hell?" Now he was staring at her with black slits and a grin that showed his fangs all too well. Zoey couldn't help but stare at the prominent canines, they were such a striking feature of him that wasn't visibly before his return to the Cyniclons. And all they did was amplify his Alien menace.

"Did you think that my foreign body deserved such rough treatment? And when I awoke, you would domesticate as you would with common live stock? I am not a common house hold pet!" He spat at her venomously. "We forged a friendship Zoey out of my pain and misery, and you twisted it to suit you. "Let's go to the zoo Dren!" "Let's go to the park!" How did you ever think that I would forget my supreme heritage and change for you? After all the shit you pestilence race of beings put me through! Do you understand Zoey?"

"Dren – We're sor-"

He reached out a hand and grabbed a fist full of her uniform, he lifted her clear off the ground and held her aloft, her blunt nails scrabbled uselessly against his pale skin. "JUST WHAT THE HELL WAS YOU DOING WHEN I WAS TRANSFORMING INTO THIS BEAST? YOUCOULD HAVE STOPPED THAT IDIOTIC HUMAN BUT NO YOU'RE JUST AS PATHETIC AS HIM!" Zoey twisted her head away subconsciously in a desperate act to avoid his rage, but he seized her jaw, his claws digging painfully on the surface of her skin, and forced it back to his snarling expression.

"LOOK AT ME! I WASN'T READY FOR THIS BODY. IT'S A PRISON FOR MY MIND AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! THE MAGIC IN ME FEELS WRONG, LIKE A BODY THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. AND I HAVE TO LIVE IN THIS ABOMINATION."

"WE BECAME FRIENDS AND YOU THREW ME ASIDE JUST LIKE THAT, "I DON'T NEED YOU.", I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU DON'T EVEN WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" He roared to her, his great jaws open and fangs elongated threateningly. Dren growled deeply in his throat as she continued to stare at him with her large eyes that were shimmering with tears, a shocked expression plastered to her face. It was a rhetorical question and the muscles of his heart beat painfully as he knew she wouldn't have a satisfactory answer. A few gusts of wind blew past and neither of them moved. He felt a slight twinge of remorse as her body shivered with shock, her expression faltered and tears fell. She was fearful, genuinely full of fear of him. She didn't even have the courage to transform and fight back or argue.

Eventually Dren gave a sigh and let Zoey go slowly. She dropped to the roof top with a soft thump as her knees gave way and sat down in a stunned manner. The Cyniclon gave his nose a little sniff, the air smelt sour and her pheromones were going crazy, not to mention the scent of fear was emanating off her while adrenaline pulsed feverishly inside.

"Look at you." He sneered though his temper had died considerably down and panicking desperation was beginning to rise inside of him. He just wanted to cradle her in his arms right now. "I shout for a little bit, turn scary and you're falling to pieces. It's absolutely pathetic." He crouched down beside her and saw that she was crying. Letting the tears roll down her cheeks in a steady stream. He was surprised and tilted her face up to his softer expression, rubbing her cheek tenderly with a thumb.

"I'm sorry..." Zoey mumbled to him determinedly despite her tears and Dren sighed softly. He stroked her cheek softly with a hand, "I'm...so sorry." She wept and her body racked silently with sobs.

"Sorry fixes nothing." He replied coldly and she swallowed nervously. "You're pathetic." He couldn't give into his weakness now...if he did. The Cyniclons would brand him a traitor.

"No...I'm afraid of you Dren...I'm sorry but..." and she took a raspy deep breath, "I am not pathetic." And she rubbed her eyes and nose on her sleeve, a small amount of confidence creeping back in. Her bold response softened his anger and he felt sympathy for her, with a small amount of pride. An emotion he'd not experienced much in his competitive life as a Cyniclon.

"Alright. You're not pathetic." Is what he would have said if he hadn't been interrupted by the rest of the Mew Mew group. He rose to his feet slowly and straightened up. These idiotic humans just didn't know when not to lash a Cyniclon across his shoulder.

"So...have you have came to gaze upon my heavenly body?" He asked them teasingly and grinned as he loosely rolled his shoulder, it'd been a sharp rap from Renee's sash. The group was slightly taken aback by this new found confidence, and he liked it. It seemed many females of this world found cockiness and arrogance a trait they preferred. These girls always provided a refreshing turn of events.

"I know, I'm gorgeous aren't I?" Dren said to them and gave a little twirl so that they could marvel him from all angles.

"Shut up!" Kikki shouted and fired her tambourines at him, he glided easily between them and gave a low chuckle.

"Do you honestly think you have a chance against me?" He asked them lowly. He vanished and re appeared behind Bridget, draping his arms over her shoulders and torso. "You're all so easy to toy with." He said with glee as Bridget squealed and shook him from her. He vanished again to this time land a peck on Corina's cheek. She turned round and struck him in his chest with her arrow and he looked down at it with an amused grin.

"How very rude of you all. An arrow through my heart? Oh you shouldn't have." He commented sweetly as he closed his fist against the arrow's shaft. "I turn up, brand spanking new and you rip my vest with your dirty arrow." He tugged it out of his body where the wound was instantly sealed by magic and he held the luminescent arrow in his hand.

"We'll stop you Dren, no matter how strong you are!" Corina shouted to him bravely and he leered at her with a toothy grin.

"I sincerely hope you reconsider that my dear." He told her calmly and snapped the arrow into a burst of blue sparks with a clench of his fist.

"Why should we?" Kikki asked him aggressively and aimed her tambourine at him again.

"Why? Isn't it clear by now?" He asked them with surprise and arched an eyebrow at them. He approached Kikki who held her ground and patted her on the head when he crouched down to her level. "It's clear to me that I could tear your hearts from your chest with a simple flick of magic. I could rip your blood vessels within you to shreds and you'd be dead before you even knew what happened." He traced a finger down her neck to the centre of her chest, and she froze solidly against his touch. "Would you like me to try?"

"You wouldn't do it." The small girl told him firmly. And he gave her a devilish smile.

"Why must you lie to yourself Kikki?" He asked her with a hiss and she stared back at him innocently.

"She's not lying."

The Cyniclon straightened up and turned around. Zoey was back on her feet, her tear stained face was glaring at him and he couldn't help but smile. "I see your amongst the living again Zoey, welcome back(!)" He said sarcastically and turned his back on the Mew Mew group. She had his undivided attention and the hairs on the back of his neck rippled slightly as the teenager stared at him obsessively. "I thought you were as dead as doorknob after the roasting speech I gave to your ears. I'm surprised you're still standing."

"I know it's you Dren." Zoey said to him and he gave a small laugh as he approached her.

"Of course it's me. I'm sure I've already introduced myself numerous times." The Cyniclon said with a smirk. "Or did you want me to do that again?"

"No..." Zoey said breathlessly and she seemed to be steeling herself for something. Dren flicked his ears uncomfortably as she once again straight into his eyes with her dark brown eyes. Which were filled with grief. "You said that you loved me and-" His ears burned with annoyance that she dared bring this topic up towards him whilst his foul mood was still present.

"The only thing stopping me from tearing your neck open with my jaws and tasting your blood is my curiosity." He said to her darkly and leant down to her neck. His hands gripped her shoulders powerfully and she froze at his touch. Submissive females. Just what he liked. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over her pale, soft skin. The minute droplets of sweat were salty to his heightened senses and the blood was hot to touch under her skin.

"What are you doing?" Zoey asked him breathlessly, just over her head she could see her friends staring at them with horrified faces.

"Me?" Dren said quietly, "I'm tasting you my dear kitty cat. My curiosity is waning so I'm just waiting for the right moment to sink my fangs into you. Don't think I've forgiven you at all." And he scraped the tip of his canine teeth against her.

"If...if you're the Dren I know." She began with a shakily breath as he licked her neck once again. His moist, warm tongue was so teasing and tantalising to her, all she could do was remain frozen and bite her lip occasionally when his tongue teased her for a moment too long. But the touch of his teeth gave her a constant shiver of fear and excitement.

"And?" His rich voice prompted her.

"If you're the Dren I know then you won't destroy us so easily." She said shakily and he paused in his seductive administrations for a second.

"Why is that?" He replied with a purr. His throat vibrated against her and his warmth was so absorbing that she unconsciously had put her hands on his chest and wound her hands into the fabric of his shirt. Just as she had done when he'd kissed her. "You better have a good reason kitty cat."

"Because...because you think of us as your friends and you say you love me." She added and gave a little shudder as he rasped his tongue against her again. "Remember when you protected me from the gorilla...and you said you'd never hurt me. There's no way you've become this." She made a reference to his current actions and he stiffened slightly.

"Moi? Being so sweet and kind?" He commented hollowly and removed himself from her neck. His leave left that wet spot on her neck cool against the wind, imprinting his actions even stronger in her mind. "I don't ever remember being like that." He said with a frown and ran a hand through his hair. "Nope. Never."

"You're lying."

"Can't prove I'm not." Was the quick reply.

"No I can't. But I know that this isn't you." Zoey told him and she slowly loosened her grip on his shirt as he shot her a sharp look. She'd hit a nerve and he did nothing to mask his indecisiveness.

"Well...it's not as if you know!" He said with a high laugh and tore himself away from her grasp. "Look at the time. You good girls had better get home before big bad monsters like me get you!" He told them all with a cheeky wink.

"You don't know, do you?" Zoey began and he snapped his fingers together, disappearing from view entirely, his eyes and grin the last to fade from sight.

Dren was now perched on the top of a school locker, resting his head on his knee as he watched Zoey carry a barely conscious Mark over to the benches beneath him. "The answer is no. I can't betray the Cyniclons while falling deeper in love." He thought to himself bitterly. And he made a noise of disgust as he watched Zoey fawn all over Mark with adoration. "So confusing." He added as he watched the girl nervously looking around, his magic kept him out of her sight through a simple perception field and still this mere human honestly thought she stood a chance against him.

"Perhaps I'll pay her a little visit tonight. I didn't get my passionate kiss after all." He chuckled to himself. He rose through the building's ceilings like a ghostly apparition and perched on the roof again, where minutes before he'd been there tenderly licking her pale thin skin. "Ah...there you go again Dren. Thinking of her once again. A very bad habit you haven't kicked yet. Not to mention all the strange human ways imbedded in you. Which reminds me...I need some sun crème."