. . marauder of dark mold trails the one of confusion etymology, Paranoia. A melody of simple notes is warbled to the newly found diva. angular visage is jerked in parallelism of motion as suspicious half steps are taken upon irregular beats, on and off rhythm. invitation is extended to 'chosen' drudge - physically. creature sidles forth, intent obviously not to startle... he preferred and surmissed it that the lady would detect his presence out of sheer acute 'radar'. Icon is not touched in any way, male merely 'keeping close', in a symmetric paradigm. come my dear lady... i promise you a full life...