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"Aww how cute" Yawgmoth said in a sarcastic manner sticking his finger in his mouth to indicate he'd rather vomit than watch their cutesy antics anymore. "You're both so pitiful. Just ******** and be done with it already." Yawgmoth said shaking his head downing the glass, going to pour another he found the whiskey bottle empty. Frowning he would have to remember to ask Ali where he kept it all. Yawgmoth had only see the one under the bar. Oh well. "Mister Reeve while your words are wise they are oh so untrue. We did not mean the male sense in the fact of her virginity more so, in the act of mating in general. Whether she was or not. The thought probably crosses your mind on a constant basis. Whether you are willing to admit it so to us and her or not. It does not matter. At the base of every creature the basic instinct of mating with another whom you feel compatible with is always there. It is just that we...are more prone to the act itself than the reproduction aspect. We are..what is the word for it?" Yawgmoth paused for a moment. "We believe it is nymphomaniac? A sex crazed lunatic? Those both work. Why the hell not?" He said with a chuckle standing up from his chair cracking his back and neck. "There is, of course, one more thing we are prone to. Violence. And we feel as though we could use some of that right about. Besides, we get the feeling Mister Reeve, that you are just dying to see what we can do on a personal level. Are you not?" Yawgmoth said arching his eyebrow in curiosity. Though the thought of fighting Reeve had always been there, it was more his nature to torment Ziven with the thought of killing off the one she was close to that made him ask. But perhaps Reeve was what Yawgmoth had been looking for these past few months. Someone besides Aliator who posed a challenge to his might.

Yawgmoth smiled with a grim expression. A light hissing sound came from Yawgmoth as black steam rose from the open wounds upon his body laid in by Crow. The wounds slowly began to close up and heal fully. Since they were such minor injuries speeding along the healing process was a minor effort in mana control. Yawgmoth looked at Ziven's quiet plea and laughed. "Oh look. The poor girl is afraid we're going to kill you Mister Reeve. She might be right." Yawgmoth mocked but upon hearing Reeve's last statement smirked. He had to do this now. "The problem however Mister Reeve, is you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. But if you care to find out just how deep the depths of our strength can go. Then there are ruins in the outside. They used to be an arena until Aliator and myself destroyed it. We will gladly meet you there, unless you are going to listen to the girl and decide against it until later. What do you say?" Yawgmoth said not waiting for his reply. His body melted down into a puddle of liquid that slithered into the floor cracks and headed off through the ground to the ruins of the arena. He would wait there for an hour. If Reeve showed, perfect. If he didn't well, Yawgmoth knew he was probably going to wait until Ziven wasn't going to fight with him over it and would just fight him later.