"Kinky? You have no idea," he announced in a breathy tone, smirking suggestively. He truly was in need of a slap. "Yes, go ahead," Pan encouraged, striking a pose, ever so subtly gyrating his hips in the process. "Imagine all of this. I do suggest it." What? No one else here was going to sing the praises of Pan, so he may as well blow his own horn.
"I don't think the lady much trusts us," Aaron announced, reaching for the beer before it was pulled just out of his reach. He then gasped, tossing his arms up and looking at Hilde in bewilderment. "A fuckwad? He thinks I'm a fuckwad? Sam, my dear old uncle, you wound me to the core. And if you think I'm trouble, you should have seen what Dion last got himself into. I mean, I may have been a little bit of a bad influence, but come on, I'm nothing compared to the family lush." There was a pause before a sly smirk crept over his lips, his eyes hooding with mischief as he suddenly and very clearly though himself very clever. "Haven't seen any of your kids around lately, by the way. They doing well?" Let's see him get lucky with the pretty girl now!