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"So I learned," Dylan replies, indicating the scratch marks on his temples, "They do good work. And let's clear the air here, depending on what we're both looking for, it's possible we might be able to come to an agreement instead of conflict. So... you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"You picked the wrong cover for this time of year," he replied, taking the coffee cup in his hands but not drinking any of it just yet, "So you're either here for... governmental disagreements, or you're looking for something." He smirks as he adds, "And if the bitch is dumb enough to isolate...

Dylan sits down at the same table as well, giving the woman a nod of his head. "I figured you needed a little pick-me-up after having to keep that wild group reigned in," he said, "That teacher was certainly having a hard time of things."

Dylan takes a covert look around, seeing if anyone else he saw on the plane might be around and any possible escape routes should they try to corner him, even as he follows the woman to the cafe.

When her back is turned, Dylan rolls his eyes. A bitch like that would tease him all to hell for extra tips but never really put out and he didn't have time to make another necklace to control her. Not that there would be any use in enslaving some dead-end flight attendant beyond making use of...

Disney is more likely to add that kind of thing to their "show this to the new creators" folder. :P Though to stay on topic, I do think there's a line between porn of a character that happens to be played by an actor and porn of the actual actor. And Streamers may sometimes exaggerate parts of...

Dylan frowns but lets go of Beatrice's throat, moving his arms up and out to knock aside hers before taking a step backwards. "Just tell your boss, whoever that might be," he whispers, "That all I ask is you stay out of my way and we'll have no problems." With that, he steps out of the...

Dylan's head turns to the side at the slap but keeps his knee in place, still rubbing against the woman's core. At the same time, his hands slide up to her throat. He does not squeeze but he does hold on firm enough to make it clear he could if he wanted to, a display of dominance. "If that...

"Did I?" he asks, shifting his weight a little against her push against his chest, and causing his knee to rub against her core a bit, "It's pretty obvious you're not the one actually in charge out there, 'teacher'."

Dylan blinks, not having suspected a seduction attempt... but he was expecting something like the knee to the crotch and winces at the blow. He has been hit in the balls more than one time by an overreacting female so he fights through the pain and he steps forward. His own knee goes between...

Dylan enters the bathroom and quickly closes the door, locking it behind him as he bumps up against the woman inside, trying to sound innocent as he says, "Oh! Excuse me. The door was open so I didn't think anyone was in here."

Fighting down the frustrated snarl he wants to let out, he simply sighs and shrugs. "I'm told my humor can be a bit on the dark side at times," he says, "so don't take me too seriously. Though... I WILL pay for a glass of wine for the pretty blonde over there, if you don't mind." @majus Once...

Dylan smirks back, his eyes darting to look back at the "students" for a moment before returning to Vicky. "Speaking of treasures and the riches they promise," he says, "How would you like to earn a little extra riches?" He leans in conspiratorially and asks in a whisper, "How much would it...

"A shame," Dylan replies to the stewardess, "I'm sure you'd have fun. A woman looking like you do would be extremely popular with certain crowds. And yes, secrets. So much myth and history stemming from the same part of the world hides so much. But then again there are many places that hide...

"You ever been to Tel Aviv before?" he asks as he enjoys the view and drink, "I hear it's quite the city. Lots of... secrets."

While the benefits of first class would not turn around his generally dim view of humanity... it was a nice change of pace to be treated with something resembling politeness for once. "It's been... scenic at points," he replies to the stewardess, his eyes drifting down to her name tag and the...

Great. Competition. And zealous competition at that. It was unlikely for there to be two different focuses of devotion and power that would attract a cult and him seperately in the same area. He had to operate under the assumption they were looking for Anai's treasures for their own ends...

With a smug, satisfied nod, Dylan wipes his cock off on the heiress' ass, stands up, gets dressed, takes the amulet and decoder, and leaves. "Have fun, slut." Now certain about a stable form of cash for a while, as well as having coordinates that should lead somewhere interesting, Dylan begins...