Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

Apparently the answer wasn't gonna come from words. Hey--! he said, though he was still trying to pretend this was all very normal, but Zeph bounded a bit away before he could finish a thought. Um. 

A second pause for a brief dilemma. Try to figure out how to disarm a hormone bomb, ignore it entirely and let someone else deal with it, follow from a safe distance because at least adrenaline gave him enough brain to keep focused... Hell if he knew. What were people supposed to do? Well, the whole thing was just an assumption anyway, wasn't it? The only other time he'd smelled it had been from Cupid. Maybe there was more to it and it was more common than he thought. Not to mention Zeph wasn't acting the same way Cupid was so.. Shrug?

Hell. Following was safe, and Mal was pretty sure he knew what line not to cross. And hadn't he just thought everyone needed to relax a bit? He could play -- when had he last played? How small had he been? Damn, did he even remember how that worked? Mal ducked into a play bow, wagging his tail a moment before he bounded forward at least a couple of steps before he could properly react -- uncertain what game was actually in mind.