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Aliens weren't terribly uncommon on Daizabaal. It was the hub of their Empire, and allies to the Alteans that they were, the influx of strangers had long since become a normality. It didn't mean he was used to it yet, though; besides, it was almost impossible to tell what was and wasn't an Altean sometimes. They shapeshifted, so anything was possible.

It was the reason Sendak hadn't yet commented on the stranger nearby company. There was Galran civilians scattered sparsely through the area, and they became less and less until it was only him left on the training field. Him and the odd red-eyed stranger across the way. Who was impossible to ignore now that there was, evidently, nobody else he could have been here for.

"Eugh, I fraggin' hate cleanin' this thing..." The last of the Czarnians grunted, sliding some of the freshly cut entrails off of his meat-hook. The poor unlucky bastich that laid before him had been on the run for a while, escaped a few prisons, wanted in several systems. The contract was simple: dead or alive. Lobo usually leaned towards the "dead" option on all occasions. Bounty hunting was fantastic, the best way to viciously maim and murder legally! Well, besides becoming a space-cop. Something else was up though, he could feel it.

His nostrils flared...he could smell that something wicked this way comes. Wiping the blood from his meat-hook, he'd stand up and take a cigar from his vest. Striking it, he'd blow a thick cloud of smoke.

“A mere wish is not an end goal, my dear Croc. Relationships are a journey- sex simply one of many stops along the way.”

He likes Malphas's power. How he doesn't feel like he could just break this person without trying. It makes him feel secure to challenge Malphas, and it makes him feel secure to come back around and obey him, trust him.

He likes Malphas's indulgence of his needs and his desires, the way Malphas will take control and give Vynathr the energy that Vynathr gives to everyone else.

He likes his charisma.

He likes his body, though he's loath to admit it.

It's hard for Vynathr to find attraction in someone he doesn't find intellectual challenge or interest in, and Malphas presents quite a bit of that- Vynathr will never grow bored of someone who knows so much and is so clever.

... he likes his teeth...

It would be a lie to say Dantalian was not waiting attentively for one of Malphas’ summons.  Responding to such was different when it was given on their terms,  when it was limited — surely,  Malphas would not waste the opportunity to have the angel at his whims.  So whatever they were to answer,  it was sure to be of importance.

As soon as the petal that Malphas plucks from the flower falls to the ground,  it disintegrates into particles of light that rise as soon as they fall,  multiplying in number and clustering together to fill out the form of their master.  The light fades once a horned silhouette is formed,  and there stands the summoned before Malphas,  clad not in armor but in silken blank robes that covered half or less of their body.