"Oh?" Rust stands straight hearing the taunt. "Hold still for while. your drinks are on me." Maybe that would asage the Fairest's pride.
With a sudden glory of mantle. Rust turns to smile at the darling in the cage. "Hold your panties." Rust climbs into the cage and closes the door.
He pulls off his shirt, revealing an equally trained body with Wyrder scars. Most garish cuts that never healed right. By Mein he shines metal in the light as the reality of his Seeming is bared true. To mortal eyes it would Seem Rust fuses with the waist of his jeans, but the fae see Rust wrapping his tail around to keep it from swinging. He then clenches his fists, claws pressing against his own palms and wrists. His mantle reaches out for the Cage's fencing with blue lighting. "You wanted to dance flower boy. Bring it."
Initiative?
Init 6+8= 14
8