The ringtone from his comm was utterly eclipsed by the woman's eroticism. Too busy savoring the lavish suction of her lips going down upon him to notice anything. Just as preoccupied was he pleasuring her lovely petals. A sumptuous meal of feminine honey to grace his tongue as she came. And with Maxwell following suit he couldn't suppress his urge to finish anymore. A partially muffled moan of joy shadowed his physical release.
She climbs off of him to dress herself. Simone's wobbling legs betraying her as she does. A mark of genuine sexual satisfaction that left little to the imagination. Maxwell smiles to himself, half wondering if he overdid it and was too aggressive with her. Daydreaming would have to wait for Simone was kissing and love-tapping him back to reality. "Scary guy am I? Well, only to those whom I dislike. You don't have much to fear from me. Save maybe a tryst here and there spread out through the day." Another kiss granted to him before she continues to ready the van for arrival. His course of action would be to remain in bed. Grabbing the meta he discerns the location sent to him and mentally maps out the spot in his head.
Getting situated and comfortable once more, the mages projects from Simone's van and with a moments notice, arrives to meet the others. Phasing through the city at the speed of thought made for an expedient commute. Ghosting close to everybody he sees the five auras of Kynos, Irris, Wheely, Ayato and the rigger by his guess. Maxwell manifests himself in plain view of the other runners in the parking lot. A burning specter that mimicked his earthly body. Floating pass them and into the van, he points directly at the rigger in the Valkyrie module and gives an astral command to Nekros. "Heal this one with the full might of your magical ability."
