<sub>By the time they had reached headquarters and, in turn, Mickey's dorm, Arioche had taken it upon herself to squat disapprovingly on her master's shoulder, warily eyeballing the goings on between the two with an expression nothing short of distaste. It would have been worth it to retreat to the privacy of her pokeball and give the pair some alone time, if only to save herself the mental scarring for what was undoubtedly going to happen [Faolan, it turned out, was someone who did not leave something finished once started, and all too quickly had Arioche realized that this was going in a direction she did not much like].

But no, for the sake that her master might regain some self-control over his raging hormones [and the hope that this was all just some odd little dream she would awaken from], Arioche remained awake and attentive in order to rescue her master from the conniving she-devil that had managed to sink her claws into him. Even now the spinarak was tensed and on-edge, waiting for the signal from her master to strike. This was all a game, she mused, and Faolan was simply playing with the female. Too soon it would be all over and it would just be himself and the spinarak all by their lonesome, just how they both preferred it.

It sounded a lot more convincing in her head.

Faolan was responding, meanwhile, to every attention given him with an equal amount of passion and enthusiasm. The scent of alcohol was overpowering, at times, and there were instances where he could feel his lips burning slightly from their repeated rough kisses, but he wasn't complaining. If the expression in his eyes were anything to go by, he was quite obviously enjoying himself.

"I always knew you were a dirty girl, MickeyMouse..." His fingers had reached up during the kiss, snagging in the somewhat damp tendrils of her hair to keep her in place as they lavished their clumsy affections on each other. The fire that had been sparked within him at the start of this whole affair had yet to flicker or falter, and even now he was starting to feel the heat from their activities as it grew into a wave of heat that spread throughout his body. He knew it wasn't love, it wasn't hate; it wasn't any of those, but it wasn't something he'd quite felt before...

And then she was gone, pressed all on the bed like one of those girls from those pin-up pictures he'd seen a few times in the lower districts of the slums, shameless women who would do anything for an extra buck even if it meant parading their sexuality around for the world to see.

It was impossible to tell really who was leading and who was following in this endeavour. If it were Mickey holding the leash, he had no problem letting her take the lead, if only for a moment. However, the gesture displayed before him could be taken as that or maybe a submissive act altogether, a sign of the woman letting the man know that she had been dominated and was willing to go without too much of a fight.

Faolan certainly hoped that wasn't the case, as that would make things a lot more boring...

"When have you ever known me to be a gentleman?" He drawled, form looming over her as he bent down so they were at eye level. There was a beat of silence for a moment as he simply knelt there, watching her, and then he was chuckling and reaching a hand out to flick off the light.

As darkness fell, Arioche sighed, scuttled in to the closet, and kept herself busy with making cobwebs all over Mickey's things for the rest of the night.</sub>