Pan had, truthfully, only gotten his dirty paws on the exterior of the lunchbox, but he had stuffed his face down into the thing curiously. His hands may not have infected it, but he had breathed all over the contents. He picked up his head with a very confused look, blinking at the reaction. "What happened to your voice? Goat got your tongue?" He quipped, feeling very clever. He was about to say something more when the music stopped at the dancers dissipated. "Aw, it's over already?" He asked, still holding Simon's lunchbox. In all the chaos of his near-assault on Simon's person, Pan had remained pretty unaware of just how bad of a reaction he had caused of the other male, but now that he was seated and Simon was standing, certain things were impossible to miss.
"Oooh, hello!" He grinned, leaning his face forward so he was only a few inches from Simon's crotch, speaking in tones one might use for an over excited puppy. "Who's my little friend? Huh? Who is he?" What? Pan had lived way too long to let anything involving sex bother him. He had been half goat for the early part of his life, for crying out loud! He'd take whatever praise he could get, and if that meant a cock or two rising in praise of his name, why not? He wasn't desperate, well okay so maybe a little, but his relatives had been good to him of late and hooked him up, so he was sated enough to fully enjoy the moment, to shamelessly mock and ridicule and poke fun.
"Well," he purred, slouching back in his seat as he peered up at Simon with a very smug grin. "I always knew I was good looking, but I had no idea I was this good. It's all right," he encouraged with a slow shake of his head as he motioned up and down his long, slouched form with one hand. "You can look, take your time, I won't judge you. You're not the first to be rendered stuttering and speechless by my shockingly good looks and stunning personality." No sooner did he get that out than the female he had been dancing beside appeared behind him. She tapped him on the shoulder, and as Pan sat up to face her, she delivered a loud, stinging slap to his face, shouting Pig! then stalked away.
Pan sat in stunned silence for a long moment, a red hand print slowly developing on his cheek. At last he blinked twice, then looked up to Simon, a wide grin breaking across his face as those thick eyebrows hopped quickly up and down. "I think she likes me!" He beamed, then proceeded to do a strange little dance, while still seated, thrusting his as he rocked his torso back and forth, licking his lips lewdly.