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.

“Back at Evil Lair baking or being a worry wart more than likely. He gets out less then I do,” Syx frowned lightly, concerned flashing across his face at the thought, “And no… it’s fine. It’s just… I’m not really used to this yet… before I came to the multiverse this,” he waved a hand to indicate being out in public like they were, “I didn’t really do this ever and the hologram generator I only recently got small enough and realistic enough to be a viable disguise option.”

“Used to talk to people without being concerned to be arrested or something?” he asks smiling. Poor man. so stressed.” I would love to meet Minion some day. especially if he can bake.” Zagam winks at Syx before look forward to the machines.

“You’ll get used with the time. I’m sure you won’t need a disguise either. I’m not always wearing a human shape. I’m more comfortable with my real self but people don’t find demons, trust. I can’t blame them. You for the other hand, look like Mr. Drake. a man that did much for this City. You will be fine”

“Normally there would be lots of screaming or shouting,” or at the very least nervous looks. Now he only seemed to get them when he was in full villainous wardrobe. It was still taking some getting used to. Syx stuffed his hands in his pockets, a soft smile playing across his face as Harrison was mentioned, recalling his pleasurable meeting with the other blue man. The other part, though, “You have other shapes?”

At the suggestion of coming over for Minion’s baking, Syx blinked. Would he want that? Yes… that might be very nice indeed, “If you do… I am under standing orders from Minion to inquire as to any dietary needs you have.”