Evron watched the scenario unfold slowly, the female getting up and casting that hateful glare. It was somewhat confusing; wondering exactly why she’d look at him in that way. Perhaps it was the previous acts he’d committed upon her companions? However, it didn’t take long for Evron to notice exactly what was up. Those words that escaped the King’s lips along with the invitation to sit beside him all but caused a bit of confidence to surge through his form. The youth quickly took a seat beside Ba’al; taking a short moment to study the details of his female companion. A smirk played on his lips, the woman’s hateful aura feeding his spitefulness. Within a second, Evron tossed up a new illusion – one that appeared the duplicate of the jealous female. He began mimicking her previous body language, the feminine looking lips leaning into the King’s ear as he whispered softly. “Oh wise king, I possess the talents of both President Caim and King Iammax. However, there is more to me than meets the eye. Intelligence and ambition topped off with that fearless, daredevil attitude. As I said, I have absolutely nothing to lose. I’ll show you what I’m capable of doing.” With that said his lips moved to Ba’al’s neck, tongue daring along his jawline in a slow motion. His hand went to his chest, resting on it as he flashed back into his own attractive form. His actions never ceased, his tongue moving to the King’s earlobe as he began sucking on the delicate flesh.