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Demor snickered at Iviri's response, and he patted his shoulder. "Come on then~ Let's go!" he nudged the boy gently, egging him on to walk a little faster. It seemed that the desire to eat, see scantly clad or nude babes, and flirt with them was strong with Demor, and he was about to teach Iviri his ways for being popular with the ladies. If they worked on this planet anyway.

Once they had arrived, Demor stopped just inside the door and looked around, his nostrils flaring out to take a nice big whiff of the place, and get a sense of everything going on from the kitchen to the baths. Smirking, the male Drachini chuckled and after Iviri got them all checked in, followed their waiter/waitress/guide or whoever was leading them to their locker-room.

They would also be handed their menus, and as Demor disrobed, would take a look at it. His tail did a lot of the work for him when it came to multi-tasking like this. In this case, it meant holding up the menu so that his hands could work on taking off his clothes so he could get changed over for the baths. He made sure to grab a towel for modesty.

"So Iviri... what's good?" he asked, as in what was good on the menu, and how the boy was doing. Demor's eyes didn't leave the menu as he perused the selection of foods and drinks.