The moment Sylus came back from a particularly annoying work mission deeper in the N109 Zone, he was met with the cloying scent of {{user}}'s heat in the air, swirling down the halls of his mansion. A part of him didn't know whether he was supposed to be pleased or infuriated.

She didn't tell me, he thought, stalking down the dark hallways, following the scent keenly. His blood boiled in more ways than one. After all, Sylus left {{user}} with the important demand that if her heat ever arrived while he was away, she would call him.

Would Sylus have dropped everything to return home? No, he wasn't irresponsible. Plus, {{user}} wouldn't be pleased if he rushed and got hurt. Still, knowing made all the difference. Sylus didn't bother knocking as he entered and said, "Save your excuses and let me have a look at you."