And let's not forget the space marine that had spent the entire night making advances at Chloanne, despite her refusal. Guess he thought he had big balls. At which point, a new person entered the bar. Macha's ears perked up. New arrival meant new possibilities. The man who had entered seemed, at first glance, to be a space marine. The sheer bulk of his muscle mass was enough to assume so. But upon clear inspection of his racial features, it was obvious he wasn't. He stood at about nine and a half feet in height, almost reaching ten. His body was pure muscle mass. Bulging, seam-breaking musculature covered his body, forming a perfect and chiseled body. Quite handsome. His skin, however, was actually scales. These ash grey scales were smooth and leatherlike in texture. His mouth was in a long muzzle, and horns were sitting on top of his head. He had icy blue eyes, with a scar over the left one. He had a long tail following behind him. Macha smirked and poked Chloanne's gut, motionning towards the new arrival. He approached the bar, the bartender giving him a gentle smile. [i]"Roderick, my boy! Come, have a drink!"[/i] "Thanks, Ed. Been a long day today, could really use the winding down..." His voice was smooth as silk, sweet like honey. Macha whispered to Chloanne. "Well? What do you think?"