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.

“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.”

.The devil smiles broadly as he elegantly steps closer to Syx, in a way they could keep moving to see the rest of the strange but magnificent exposition. “Yes. I have other shapes. Are you curious?” He doesn’t mind show it. He is really open with people. Especially when he doesn’t sense an evil trait. Syx could be a villain but Zagam doesn’t smell on him that desire of blood or betray. 

“My dietary needs?….Salty food” he replies without think much about it.

As they walked, the reached a section of large photos. Scenes from battles caught on camera and blown up images of him in his various costumes over the years. He and Metro Man had always had a bit of a fashion war going on, always trying to out due the other between general costume changes and special occasion outfits.

“I’m always curious. So your looking like this is the same as my disguise? Just something to make others more comfortable?” Syx raised a brow, “Salty food? How salty. I mean salt is a mandatory dietary need for all mammals, do you just need a higher sodium intake?”