"Trouble?" Pan asked, looking up at the amazing color changing man with a wide grin and a bit of confusion. "Who wants trouble? There's no trouble here. Other than the trouble in your pants. Sorry, man. Not that I'm not flattered, but the girls, they're loving me of late, and I have a much harder time turning down boobies. Nothing personal." He did hate turning down any chance of getting laid, but this guy seemed like he would be a lot of work, and Pan really didn't care for too much work. Eros had it right. Outside of the money thing. He would probably mind paying money for it less if he actually had money, but that was a whole other story.
"Relax, man! Just because you're not getting a little piece of me just yet doesn't mean we can't still be pals. C'mon, sit down. What's your name, small, red and mousy? Why didn't you join in the dancing? It really was fun. Oh! We could do it again, just us two!" He suggested brightly, leaning forward as he flicked his hand back and forth, pointing from himself to Simon and back again. "Oh, but you might want to wait until that stiffie goes down. Can't be fun dancing with a mast in your shorts, am I right?" He was all shit eating grins and wild gestures, clearly enjoying the exchange far more than he had a right to. At least he was still sitting, giving Simon space to run, if he decided escaping from the gangly man was more valuable than his lunchbox.