After a beat, the lion's expression changed. His piercing, bright green eyes narrowed and scanned the room as the corners of his mouth began to rise. A twinge of fear trickled the back of your neck as those eyes settled on you. The lion drew his tongue slowly over his teeth as two, very wicked looking fangs came into view. He crooked a finger, urging you over. Out of fear, you do so.

"Well, would you look at that. I'm surprised you came over to me, but hey, 'happy to see you here. I was just about to buy myself a drink; don't suppose you'd like one too, hm?"