Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

Sucking in a breath Syx became over animated as he moved to cover his nerves. Never show fear. Far better to act like you know what you’re getting into. Moving purposefully forward again, he shrugged, “The Doom Syndicate fought one once to my knowledge.”

“Oh? the Doom Syndicate? are they Hunters?” he asks interested. in case he has some future entertaiment. As demon, he hates hunters.. “Are you friend of them? what happened with the demon?” he just continued asking more and more interested for the other dimension.

Syx licked his lips, gauging how to answer, “Not friends no, we’re rivals really. It’s the gang Psycho Delic runs. It’s a joke if you ask me, but don’t piss off the fire bitches unless you like to be ‘well done’. The hell cat daughter of his doesn’t take a joke well and Hot Flash just thinks burning things is fun,” he shrugged again, not bothered about potentiality causing them trouble, “Only heard second hand, but they drove one off a few years ago.”