in the dead of night

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  The lion's low voice rumbled out a long-winded 'oh' as Ninazu addressed his comment. She had successfully stroked his ego with her witty, yet sarcastic, retort in his direction. "You're definitely right," he remarked. Stryker's maw curled upwards, mimicking the serval's own but wider. Unlike her, he was willing to let himself express glee. There was no greater pleasure to him then living the high of life. Doing it without a smile was shameful. Usually egotistical, he had wanted to continue addressing himself, but he figured that letting his joyride die off would be best. The rest had to respond back.