Pan laughed, a full, rolling chuckle at the threat of mace. He was about to turn and share what he apparently thought a very funny joke with Apollo when he was quite suddenly grabbed. "She has mace!" Aaron chuckled brightly, pointing to the girl as he grinned over to Sam. Why he found mace such a funny idea was anyone's guess, but he surely found the idea hilarious. "Oh come on," he added with a pout when it became very clear that no one else enjoyed the joke. "Do I look like a rapist? Me? Really? I'm too skinny to be a rapist, and look at her! She'd crush me with her thighs!" To be fair, Pan found curves very appealing, so the thigh thing was, in his twisted mind, a compliment.
"Well who can blame me for being such a fuck-up, what with the kind of abuse, both physical and verbal, the likes of my dear uncle heap upon me!" He thrust one arm around Apollo, giving him a quick squeeze and a wide, bright grin, staring at him longingly for a moment. "But it's all right, I suffer the abuse... because... I love you, man!" Then he went in for a kiss. Not on the lips, which was probably a good thing since his last bruise had yet to heal, but a loud, sloppy sounding, wet kiss on the cheek. Pan was in full perforamnce mode tonight, apparently. He would introduce himself to the girl at some point after Apollo stopped beating him.