MEDIC!!! //p, orion

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

That headed in a direction he did not expect, but did not necessarily dislike. Even so, the feline's slitted gaze narrowed at Jormungand as he spoke. His grip on the panther's tail loosened and it presumably fluttered away from his paw. Alexandre was not interested in his advance. Yes, he was a seductress on his own, but that was on his own agenda and he wasn't necessarily interested in an older enemy. The Typhooner liked to keep up appearances though. With a smile, he continued to watch and listen to the other's offers.

Three golden rings toppled to the ground before his claws. Their glint highlighted by the sunlight above appeared within his vision, catching his attention easily. A single claw raised one upwards. It dangled in front of his sharp features momentarily, only for it to lightly fall to the floor. With a free paw, he pushed the three towards his chest and carefully assembled them in a line, only to slide them up his wrist. "We have a deal," came his answer. Alexandre's tone was reassuring and affirmative. The Pittian would get what he wanted, especially after a fair deal that appealed to his subconscious interests.

Stretching outwards and straightening out with a yawn, he tilted his head. "Let's get going then." There was no time to waste... and he didn't want to be there for long anyways.