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The young man couldn't help — help but wither gracefully under that mischevious gaze, it struck him like the lightning that struck her all those days ago. Though he did not knwo this, her words struck him just as the same, in a beuatiful and mysterious way.

He longed to know more about the siren, forever encaptured in a painting of awe, mixed with pigments of adoration and personal desire.

"A she...yes, I'll be sure to investigate that. If you'll allow me through your territory or wherever the lions may be, perhaps you could devise a plan with me and our own comrades," he proposed skillfully, his silvered toungue liquid gold, perhaps the samhe hunger driven gold that consumed the love and duaghter of a king dubbed Midas. Here he was, attempting to woo the lady with his;
somewhat unwavering charm.