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Gina's caution while approaching the bucket was good. If he were not being honorable at the moment it would have been a good point to attack. His honorable gesture apparently garnered one from her in response when she tipped the bucket over and let the water at the bottom drain out. She could have used it to counter attack if she'd felt like it. However she did not it seemed. No, her tail simply flicked back and forth like a cat getting ready to pounce and she agreed to the duel. Drew grinned at her and began circling slowly.

It was a shame they didn't have some western music and a few tumbleweeds.

Drew eyed his opponent warily as he circled. At this distance Gina could probably hit him easily. Dodging from a distance was easy. This close would be much more difficult. He'd wait until she spent at least one of her balloons before he made a move. Waiting worked well for him. It had done a good enough job in keeping him intact back when he sparred with Sam. Though he still suspected that was largely due to Sam holding back on him.

He scored a hit and made Gina back off. Drew grinned and lobbed one of his balloons, instantly replacing it with another.

"So, it is down to you and it is down to me."

Why he'd just quoted Princess Bride at her Drew wasn't quite sure but whatever. Gina could be Westley. That is if Westley had been a young female gargoyle. Hmmm, maybe he'd picked the wrong thing to reference. Oh well. Drew could do Vizini. He watched Gina circle and tossed another balloon. Once again he quickly replenished his ammo, leaving the score at two balloons in his hands and two in the bucket. He decided to give Gina a fair chance. He scooted the bucket across the grass with a kick so that she could grab the last two balloons.

That wasn't something Vizini would do though. Princess Bride western maybe? Or he could switch characters and be Inigo. That would work. Not much to say here though to reference Inigo so Drew just grinned.

"How about we duel?"

They could have been anywhere. Andrew was not paying attention to his surrounding and the no doubt grim work that once took place in this room. They were things he noticed and his mind dismissed as irrelevant as swiftly as they were noticed. His thought and his focus were all bent on attempting to locate Martin amongst the shadows. To find the source of the voice and to put it together with that now familiar face. He hoped for approval just as much as he hoped to be rid of this monster man that had claimed him. It was horrifying to live the nightmare he'd had since his mutation had manifested itself and find it day by day steadily growing to be a more agreeable state. Mutation enforced Stockholm Syndrome at it's finest.

The voice sounded with an order and Andrew's head whipped to the direction it had come from. It was once again the cold demanding tone of a career soldier. This voice cared nothing for him. Andrew found he preferred this voice to the sweet lying tones. He watched the monster man appear from the shadows as though he were removing a well worn coat or perhaps extracting himself from the arms of a lover. The abundance of black in the clothing he wore seemed to make the shadows cling to him in a way that made the second notion more plausible. He was pale, dark, and holding a similarly dark camera.

The orders sank in when he was shouted at again. The monster man would not take no for an answer. The tone meant there was little time for indulging in hesitance. Drew quick discarded his clothes, item by item until he remained only in boxers. It was there he hesitated. Modesty was certainly a part in it but he simply didn't want to expose himself so fully to Martin. Master, monster, man. Whatever he was, Andrew did not wish to be that vulnerable before him. Yet the promises warred with him to see to it that he completed his ordered task. This man was his master. He loved this man. Certainly he could complete this order for one he loved?

He laughed.

"Well then why should I stop moving if you're just going to hit me? Aim better!"

His gambit worked when moments later she threw all three of her balloons at him in intervals and charged. Drew grinned widely and ignored the balloons. They hit him while he grabbed a handful of balloons from the tub and began a barrage against the oncoming gargoyle girl. She'd done exactly what he'd been hoping for and now he was emptying the tub as quickly as he could against her. Four balloons had already been thrown and he was reaching for numbers five and six. That would leave on three left in the bin.

"Bad move captain!"

Drew grinned widely as he seized two more balloons from the bin and started lining up his shot.

He succeeded in getting Gina to toss two more balloons his way. One was fast and the other seemed more an afterthought. Drew ducked to try and avoid the fast balloon but it was not to be. It brushed the top of his head and in the peculiar way that balloons have this was enough to break it. He wiped the water out of his eyes in time to avoid the second shot though. That meant she was down to just three more shots at him before she had to reload. Drew grabbed one of the balloons and gave it a toss. He wasn't really trying to hit Gina, more like keep the fact that he was biding his time hidden until she came in to reload.

"Nice shot but you missed again captain!"

All he had to do was keep her busy and not toss too many balloons. There were about ten left in the bucket after he'd thrown on at her. Drew grabbed another and tossed it, aiming a bit more this time. Maybe he'd hit her, maybe not. These shots didn't really matter. He smirked confidently over at Gina.

"Come now captain, try again!"

Lydia seemed confused that a guy would bake. Drew simply smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, my mom taught me when I was little. She likes to bake and I guess she wanted to pass that on. It's stuck with me ever since."

Depression seemed to settle about Lydia for a moment or two but she pulled herself out of it with a story about cooking with her friends. Drew chuckled at it, just imagining what they must have come up with. Unfortunately the sad returned when she mentioned that it had been a while since she'd done that either.

"Well consider yourself invited back to the mansion. I'll bake anything you like. Well...within reason anyway. I'm not doing any spur of the moment wedding cakes or anything. N-not that we'd need one!"

He'd really managed to put his foot in his mouth there. Drew coughed and turned to stare at the scenery around them. Central Park was, as usual, very pretty.