The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

He lifts her chin with a finger so she's looking at him. "Beyril, as far as you should be concerned, it didn't count. It wasn't you, and that's what you should focus on. You can still give your first time to someone special. Your other half wasted hers."

Beyril smiled, "Thank you... For helping, and understanding..."

He smiles warmly. "I just ask...don't tell Dowan. Please."

She shook her head, "I don't want to talk about. With anyone. Ever."

He nods, standing. He offers her a hand. "Want to grab something to eat? I'll buy."

She nodded, taking his hand, "Yes, thank you... Some food might do me some good."

Sylas opens the door, leading her out of the room and to an elevator. He smiles to Asuka as they pass her. Once they're both in the elevator, he pushes the button for ground floor.

Asuka nodded to the pair, "Call me if you need anything."
Beyril followed close behind Sylas, still acting much more fearful than she was previously. As they hit the bottom floor, Mad Beyril appeared behind her, "I'm not gone quite yet, lovely." she frowned coldly.

Mad Sylas appears next to her. "Let it go for now, love. We aren't quite ready. There'll come a time, though, when a certain monster gets woken up..."

Mad Beyril giggled, "Oh, and we've seen it. Don't pretend you haven't. You know he's coming back. Even if the other kishin falls."
Beyril shuddered, looking away.

Sylas wraps an arm around her protectively. "Remember what I said. Ignore them. They won't go away, but right now they're delighting in bothering us. Just keep your cool." He leads her out of the hotel and down the street to a nearby cafe. Mad Sylas walks his fingers up Mad Beyril's chest. "At least we're on the same plane, love. That means a bit more fun for the both of us...and a bit more torment for them..."

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, "That'll make the time pass much quicker then, won't it?"
Beyril nodded to Sylas, ignoring them while she followed.

He nips at her neck. "We may not drive them totally off the wall, but we'll have them set up for Asura's final push..." Sylas sits her down at a table outside, waving for a waiter.

Mad Beyril smirked, "And what a blast it'll be in the process."
Beyril sat down, "It's nice out today." she commented.

Sylas nods, smiling. "First nice day since we got here..."
Mad Sylas's hand moves down to her hips. "And just think what we can do while they're in public, since only they'll be able to see us..."

"So, where are we, anyways?" Beyril asked, "No one ever told me."
Mad Beyril grinned wickedly, "Oh, you're a naughty one." she nibbled at his ear, purring in her throat.

"London. We're supposed to be in the Pitcairn islands, but...unforeseen circumstances delayed our departure." Sylas finishes ordering, handing the menu back to the waiter.
Mad Sylas pins her against a wall near the two, grinning. "Oh, with what you did last night? And I'm the naughty one?"

Beyril ordered as well, "So you guys have been tracing him all over?"
Mad Beyril winked, "We can both be naughty then. Together."

Sylas shakes his head. "This was our first stop. Maka's team went ahead to the islands while we recuperated."
Mad Sylas starts to bite her neck. "We can both be naughter here, too..."

"Recouperated?" she asked.
Mad Beyril gave a delighted soft moan, "We can do whatever we want here. No one to stop us."

Sylas nods. "One of our members is in the hospital right now. Overexertion."
Mad Sylas grins deviously. "We could do this right over there, in one of those spare chairs next to them. What do you think?"

Beyril seemed suddenly very sad, "Is she okay?"
Mad Beyril smirked, "Come get me, baby."

Sylas nods. "She'll probably get released tomorrow, or the day after."
Mad Sylas follows, grinning. "Oh what fun we'll have..."

Beyril nodded, exhaling, "That's good, at least. What's she like?"
Mad Beyril sat on the edge of the chair next to Beyril and Sylas, pulling her top off over her head, and squirming out of her pants, leaving her sitting in her underwear.

"Aiko? She's a lot like you, actually. She's got some special healing ability as a Death Scythe, and she feels that she needs to use it on everyone, no matter how small the pain. It's caused a lot of problems, and it's why she's in the hospital right now..." Sylas's glances at her out of the corner of his eye, but does nothing.
Mad Sylas ditches his top and pants as well, pulling Mad Beyril off the chair, sitting down, and pulling her onto his lap, kissing her, his hands exploring her body.