Flycatcher Downs the art of getting by

Deimos is good at keeping his composure throughout the extravagant ballad, his face barely registering the wry humor that glints behind his eyes. He glances towards Esche with the confidence of a man that hasn't just spun a wild tale from a real circumstance. Dipping his head approvingly Deimos smiles as Esche speaks, his growly voice lacing with what sounds like bemusement.

"At your command." Deimos bows grandly, and starts digging in unabashed. He's already got a hunk of meat in his mouth as Esche promises something better. Now that's an intriguing offer - Deimos pauses from eating, wipes his chin with a paw, and says "Oh? Well, I've got time to hear it."