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.

Syx hummed in thought as he looked around them, “Well hardly any point in this now,” he spun the watch and revealed his true appearance again, “And no, I don’t really trust you. We’ve only just met. I’d be a fool to trust you so easily.”

Still, he moved a bit closer to the devil. He didn’t have the same trust that Zagam did that the cops wouldn’t just open fire when they showed up, “If I’m Dorthy, what does that make you? Glinda?”

“I’m the always happy Toto, you can pet me anytime” he teased and kept walking, enjoying now the blue man appearance. “See, now they will see a Megamind and they will not shot us.  Assuming you are with Mr. Drake and u are another millionaire with taste for suits.

Syx rubbed his hands over his face, “I highly doubt that’s what they will think. Metrocity’s cops in my experience are horrible racists.” 

This whole situation was to beyond his control and it was getting horribly stressful. Syx preferred to go into the unknown armed to the teeth. As it was he was twitchy, every shout or scream hand his hand resting on the handle of his de-gun. 

Trying to keep a calm outward demeanor, Syx eyed the odd man beside him, getting used to the changed appearance, “Toto, is it? I am rather fond of dogs and those horns could hardly be more dangerous than petting my brain bots’ around their spikes.”