it is walking on the moon, leaving your cocoon
"Aegaeon! Do you have a minute?"
Turning neatly on heel, Aegaeon nodded her acknowledgement. Minoth slowed his incoming pace as swiftly as he could, mentally cursing his obvious shortness of breath. Even for a regular Blade, matching Aegaeon's poise was an impossible task. Hell, even Hugo had a hard time of it. But as a Flesh Eater...
Yeah. It stung.
Nevertheless.
"I was wondering if you'd like to get something to eat in the shopping ward."
Aegaeon's look was almost apologetic. "I'm afraid I will be...indisposed."
"Really? Shame. Still, let me know."
So much for sticking his neck out.