To say that Adjutor was surprised that the woman actually pulled back would have been an understatement. However, he soon found himself wishing she hadn't. The tattered remains of her robes barely hang off her body, leaving practically nothing to the imagination and leaving the teen unable to help but stare before Ann's voice registered.
Any reply Adjutor might have had as he draws in a quick breath at the feeling of a single finger running along his chest, tracing out one of his more recent scars and drawing a slight gasp from the teen.
...I still don't know...
Then find out. Take it.
Adjutor pauses for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond, before giving up on it and hesitantly tracing a tattooed hand up the arm extended towards him while his other arm tries to reach up for Ann, landing on the first thing that catches his attention, her chest. Marveling at the feeling of the soft flesh in his hand, Adjutor lightly gropes the mound, curious about the effect it may have on the woman on top of him.
Well, this is boring.
For the umpteenth time, the immortal found himself wondering if he shouldn't have taken the pirate up on his offer right then and there, but the skeleton army had proved to be entertaining enough, if only for a short while, to dissuade him from that. Unlike most other pleasures in life, fighting was to be enjoyed with at least some degree of moderation, lest one end up fighting at anything less than their best. Far better to stop a fight because you aren't at your best than to waste both your time and your opponent's.
Any further contemplation, however, was cut off when he caught sight of a pale girl holding a...cup? It looked like a cup, but everything about it was just wrong on a fundamental level. The very presence of that abomination was sickening. However, one does not usually live for as long as Michael has without maintaining more or less complete mastery over one's own instincts, and cooler heads soon prevailed. Frowning nonetheless, the immortal walks over to the girl, removing the stick from his pocket and keeping it concealed in his hand while he enhances himself.
"...Are you alright?" Michael calls out as he makes his way over cautiously, "It doesn't seem like it would be a good idea for anyone to be holding that...thing."