Pan was laughing hysterically at the reaction, it was everything he could have hoped for! His shit eating grin was back, his eyes twinkling as he pointed to the other man, trying to pull Hilde into his glee. "See? He loves me! What'd I tell you. Aw Hilde, sweet Hilde, don't listen to him. I'm harmless, and I am entirely disease free, thank you kindly. He just wants to see me write in pain. I think it's a kink or something. And, for your information, this shiner is from the last man I pissed off. Well, three of them, really."
He rolled his thin shoulders and began to look around, smacking his lips thoughtfully. He spotted the cooler, pointing at it as he squinted at Sam. "There any beer in there? I could seriously go for a drink. Or a little smoke. Or something. Oh! I'm Aaron. Aaron Winters. Lovely to meet you, Hilde." Again, the unbelievably thick eyebrows were bouncing up and down. In a flash, Pan suddenly seemed to realize himself. He took a step back, folded his thin arms in front of his body and studied Apollo thoughtfully. "You know," he announced sagely, "you really ought to lighten up. You're not only no fun, you're starting to get wrinkles."