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It's too quiet lately, and Pan felt like making things more lively. Also, he was a little bored, and this was a very dangerous thing to be. Though, people can breathe a sigh of relief since the faun was wearing a goatskin skirt to ah cover up. He had some Atlantean where he sat at the bar and has just discovered the squiopera on the bar's TV. All those tentacles gave him some fun ideas, and it's a cute show to boot.

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There's a little light of recognition in her eyes. She had seen the name before, though she doesn't know much related to him.

She knows enough to know that he's not mortal by now, though.

"A-hah, you have heard something about me then."

"I have seen your name in relation to poetry from the Blue Star, but I'm afraid I don't know too much about you. I'm sorry."

She looks properly embarrassed now. She really should read more!

"Only scraps of poetry? Not even stories? Oh, I'm crushed. Really."

"Well, it is kind of difficult, not being from the Blue Star and all. I'm sorry to have offended you."

Oh dear, Pan's got her going.

A bleating laugh, "Lucky for you, it's easy to fix. Go on, and find out more. I'd tell you some, but probably make your cute cheeks blush some more."

The cute comment makes her blush even more.

"Though it is nicer to talk," she says. "Poetry is meant to be read aloud, after all."

"Really? You sure you want to hear? The herds of goats that trot through my hills and woods?"

Darker chuckle, and his expression was a bit wilder now as he added, with a lean closer, "The many I played for, and seduced? Letting the music stir their blood to fear or to passion?"

Now she almost looks nervous.

It's a look that, if Pan knew of all the time Mia had spent with Draco in detail, matches the moment right before their first kiss. There's even the accompanying sharp intake of breath.

Surely she's pink beyond her modest clothing.

She doesn't really know what to say.

Another chuckle, his features wilder, and there was a whiff of male goat musk to the air.

"Well? Do you want to hear or be shown more?"

She softly breathes out and says, "I don't think my husband would appreciate that."

"No? He's welcome to join in the fun." He hasn't backed away yet, and he did like the chase.

"He doesn't do that anymore," she replies. "He's told me he's only interested in me."

"You sure?"

"I trust Draco."

Her face says that she's sure.

"Uh-huh..." Pan doesn't completely believe you, but backs off to play another tune instead. She might recognize it from the reception.

That would be his problem.

But she smiles at the music, almost wishing Draco was there to dance with her.

Not realizing that it was part of the scare.

And for all she knew, the music will help with having those three future children.

He just grinned back and continued to play.

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