Ice: *turns bright red* Gah… Storm: Does it make sense if somebody holds a knife to your throat, and kisses you at the same time? *looks down, laughing shortly* She's passionate…
Fawn: Doesn't make sense at all. *Laughs and grows to full human hight* Elijah: *Pulls away* I'm sorry
Luke: -glances around- wow this is cool Lyra: -with Pyro- so...um... I kind of pregnant Pyro: Pregnant!