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Sly indeed had followed her, but much more slowly than that of the woman. To the unobservant eye, it would appear he was lallygagging or perhaps drowsy, just awakening from sleep. However, a more observant eye would see his own fire-red irises taking in every little detail of the room and its occupants. He was observing movements, speech patterns, habits, reactions...everything that revealed a person without them knowing it. If a fight were to break out at that very moment, Sly was willing to be prepared. He gave a slight grin at the thought; preferring a fight to this apparent 'social' gathering.

Infernous, meanwhile, had shifted once again, this time choosing a female humanoid form. Infernous followed the mortal Sly as a predator did to its prey, always a few steps behind, ready to pounce for the kill. Infernous, too, observed the mortals and creatures at the long table, but giving more of a glance, uncaring as to who they were or what they did. Except for its sister, who spake to the Shy One--an Immortal he knew fairly well of.

Sly, ignoring his female-appearing counterpart, sat at the seat next to Amaya. He still felt the tug of familiarity, but pushed the thought aside, allowing his mind to run peacefully on full-alert. Watching everyone. Every movement. He watched as tidy mouse-creatures brought him what appeared to be a pie of sorts. Sly blinked a moment, before cautiously giving a sniff at the object. His face scrunched up in displeasure as he spoke, his volume only loud enough for those who wanted to hear to hear.

"Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie..."

With the next words, he stuck in a hand into the crust, grasping something.

"He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum..."

What Sly pulled out was hardly a plum. More accurately, it was a human heart, beating within his hand with a steady tempo. Infernous gave his 'gleeful' laugh, sounding like the torture of a thousand shrieking souls at once, then completed:

And said 'What a good boy am I!'