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The hyena adjusted his position a little bit, swinging one leg out to the side and scooting forward at the same time. He didn't think that bars still actually had bar stools, remarkably uncomfortable even for someone who'd already had more than his fair share of rear-end pains.

But that wasn't something he'd just go around telling people, of course. Especially not here, with the rumbling vocals of some local death group (Putrescent Corpse Explosion, they called themselves; sounds like a fucking Necrophagist song title, he'd thought) echoing from the monitors set up near the stage on the either end of the establishment, frantic kick-drum palpable in the floor even from where he sat. He didn't have much of a taste for alcohol, either, so as long as someone sat next to him, he just remained still and rolled his empty glass around between his paws, too nervous to ask the bartender for a refill on his fruit juice.

Tonight will be the night, he'd told himself, shortly before he'd left his home. Tonight will be the night where he'll get over his self-consciousness and lack of confidence and actually talk to people and make friends, and maybe-possibly bring home a good, big guy to fuck. There was a gruff wolf lounging back against the wall near the stage, one of the security guards for the place, but when this hyena had made eye contact for longer than ten seconds in an attempt to catch his attention - he'd received a middle finger across the room in return.

So then he'd turned right back towards the bar and angled his muzzle down towards his glass. Tonight would not be the night. With that, his confidence had deflated underneath him, and the only thing that had kept him from getting up and leaving was the pair of golden eyes repeatedly flicking over to him from the other end of the bar. Whoever it was looked to be, at least as far as he could tell in the hazy shade of this place, a spotted hyena like himself... but when he glanced up in that direction again, those eyes had disappeared. Yet again, he felt the weight of disappointment settle down onto his shoulders, just the right amount of pressure to bring him to start standing up-

But right then, a warm yet heavy paw settled against his shoulder and pushed him right back down, at the same time squeezing a startled yip out from between his lips. The various metal adornments along his ear and clothing jangled with the sudden movement, and his heart hopped up into his chest: he hadn't made any plans to limp home after a mugging tonight. What an inconvenience.

"Where do you think _you're_going? Leaving right as I wanted to talk to you?"

Somewhat to his surprise, though, it was a smooth, sandy timbre of a female voice that tickled along his ear from behind, her words cutting easily over the muddy noise of the band. Before he could turn to face her or even finish sorting through his own thoughts to give a coherent response, though, she'd already slid into the stool beside him, crossing one leg over the other - and apparently not caring that he'd be able to see right up her skirt if he were to look. Of course he avoided it; that would be rude.

The two of them just... _looked_at each other for a moment, him too startled and nervous to start a conversation, her appraising him with those liquid-sunlight eyes, half-lidded with cool nonchalance. She had a rather deep glass in her other paw held from above, some deep purple drink swirling around in it; a second later, she brought this to her lips and took another smooth sip, still watching the other hyena's face. Then, she held it out towards him, the sudden movement startling him again.

"Go on," she said after a moment. The liquid in the glass shifted as she tilted it his way. "It's good, promise. My favorite."

Really, though, how could he say no to eyes (and a body) like that? Before he really knew what he was doing, he'd taken the glass, tilted it up towards his muzzle, wrinkled his nose at the scent - like ice-cold fruit - and then knocked it back, three swallows. Like a steel blade, it was sharp and cool and bit at his tongue and throat, the heavy, dragging taste of alcohol pulling everything else together, but - hell, she wasn't wrong. It was good. He could still taste it on his tongue when he licked his lips afterwards.

"You've looked out-of-place since you wandered in," the female hyena went on, watching him as he set the glass down and then wiped his paw across his mouth. What the hell did he just do?- accept a drink from a stranger? And her talking about 'looking out-of-place' - who wears a skirt to a metal bar? "What's your name?"

"Ryff." Yet again, though, he'd reacted before he had time to think about it. Admittedly there _was_just something about her, something in the way she leaned against the bar and spoke to him. The way she spoke, that little bit of spice hovering off her words, made him almost certain that this wasn't her first language.

"Ryff... mm." A sharp claw, being traced steadily around the rim of the glass still near him. "Cute name for a cute boy. Do you have any plans tonight, Ryff?"

Cute - his ears, whiskers, and tail all shot up, and he told himself that the warmth starting to glow in his cheeks was due to the alcohol hitting him. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, unable to take his eyes off of the other hyena's muzzle. "W-well - I mean, I was... I was gonna go home, and..." ...and what? He trailed off.

"...Mm." She uncrossed her legs and then leaned forward a little bit, propping one elbow against her thigh and then resting her chin on that paw. "How about you come with me back to my place, then? My name's Nubia..." ...and then, that other paw draped across Ryff's, still on the counter near his empty glass. The touch made him jump and try to move his paw away, but - her grip tightened and held it there, claws digging gently into the sides of his paw.

He swallowed. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

Then next thing he knew, he was being pulled along through the crowds of people by this tall, sleek spotted hyena in front of him, her paw still holding his. She dressed in a way and style that he hadn't ever seen before, something unique and exotic that went along with her accent and her name, fine silk fabric embroidered with coarser embellishments the same glimmering gold as her eyes and the rings hanging from one of her ears.

It was more of a short dress she wore rather than a skirt, a single-piece garment that flowed over one shoulder while leaving the other - spots of char across desert sand, darkened in the dim, hazy light of the bar - revealed, and it hugged close to her body and quite clearly showed her slim form, smooth curves and hips, full breasts when she half-turned towards the door. And still she held Ryff's paw to pull him along behind her.

Even when the cool breeze of night curled around his body and slid its fingers up under his jacket and into the holes in his pants, he still felt warm. Nubia released his paw once they'd gotten outside and then fell into step alongside him, arms swinging at her sides, tail flicking idly behind her. Every now and then it brushed up against his leg, or his rear, or his back, and would startle him yet again...

The hell was he doing? Ryff swallowed and shoved his paws into his pockets, still feeling a phantom warmth on the one she'd grabbed and held. Hadn't known her for longer than a handful of seconds, and yet here he was, going home with her... ears still ringing from the noise in the bar, each exhalation carrying the cool fruitiness of whatever drink it was she'd offered him, nose twitching with the chill of night, the bite of car exhaust and rank trash in the alleys, and then the occasional whiff of something else, the same sort of dry, lovely spice he'd picked up on the air when the female hyena had first slid into the stool beside him.

"You know..."

Ryff looked over. Nubia had her head tilted back, looking up at the stars somewhere in the sky masked by the lights of the city.

"I was hoping I'd meet someone tonight. Otherwise I'd have quite the boring night ahead of me... as I'm sure you would have, too. Ryff..."

She said his name slowly and after a pause, as if tasting it. The male hyena turned his gaze back to the sidewalk and street ahead, neither totally empty even at this time of night - he used to wander these streets on his own as a young teenager, and never once could he count five seconds without hearing the blare of a car horn, the screeching of brakes, the slam of a door, a series of bangs that could be either an engine backfiring or a few gunshots. Strange that he'd spent almost all of his time in this city, and had never run into her until tonight.

There was a hookah den around here, he realized, one that he'd meant to pay a visit to but could just never find the time, the opportunity, or the desire. There was also that nice big park across the street, the one a few months ago in which some dumbass teenage kid had been found on a bench after getting rather intimate_with a stray dog - now _that had been a funny news story - and then past that and a few blocks east stood Ryff's favorite concert venue, this weird warehouse-style place that had remarkable acoustics.

Actually, the last time he'd been there he'd met this adorable otter, someone who looked totally out of place at that death metal show (well, the headliners were death metal, symphonic melodeath to be exact): slim bordering on skinny, no piercings or tattoos, bright crystal-blue eyes and what seemed like a permanent smile. That was two weeks ago, and Ryff still hadn't worked up the courage to call the phone number he'd given him.

"Here we go."

He looked back over towards Nubia, just in time to see her moving away towards the alley beside the hookah den, to the metal stairs hanging off the side of the wall. The hyena craned his head back: this was a bit of a tall building, and it'd just be strange for the den to go up all that way... did she live here? "Nubia..."

"You do not speak unless I tell you to." Her footsteps reverberated through the metal structure once she'd started making her way up, though she stopped to look back at him. Those golden eyes, sharp still and seeming to give off a light of their own, held the other hyena stiffly in place with one paw on the handrail. "You are to be my guest, and I expect you to abide by my rules. Yes?"

-and yet again, Ryff's heartbeat jumped up into his throat. They way she looked at him, that edge underneath her voice, how she gripped onto the handrail and stood with one foot on the step above the other, showing just slightly more of the back of her thigh underneath her skirt... the male hyena swallowed, and nodded. It wasn't just nervousness that kept that heartbeat pounding. Once he'd started his way up the stairs too, he shifted his paws in his pockets and adjusted his pants.

A little odd that she'd elected to use the fire escape to make her way up to her apartment, but... whatever. Too many other things swirled around Ryff's head for him to think too much of it. So many things, in fact, that he almost bumped into her from behind once she'd stopped to fish her key out of her pocket, and had to catch himself - but also got another whiff of her scent, stronger this time, fuller. Perfume that only bordered on floral, with some other dry, tangy-sweet quality to it, all underneath that same spice that had to be her natural scent...

"Well?"

He looked up again. The door had slid open silently, and now Nubia stood inside with one paw resting against the threshold.

"Are you going to come in?"

Ryff tried to speak, but at first, his voice failed him. "Yeah - yes. Yeah, sure."

This time when he came closer, he found himself suddenly tugged forward by a rather strong grip on the collar of his shirt, bringing just off-balance enough that he had to then brace his paws against the other hyena's shoulders while she leaned in towards him. Her breath carried that same fruity scent that he was sure his own did, and when she next spoke, her smooth words curled their way all around his muzzle and whiskers and held his attention firm.

"Why don't you go sit down on the couch over there?" She nodded in that direction, the rings in her ear jangling quietly with the motion. "Two and a half hours at that bar and I'm_still_ not satisfied. Not going to waste any time tonight..."

Satisfied? What the hell did she mean by that? Ryff took the time to look around the apartment once he'd done as told and sat down, legs spread and paws resting in his lap. Nubia had disappeared down the hallway, her tail flowing behind her like a sleepy current of air, and - a moment later was the sound of a door closing.

He had no real idea what to expect out of this night, or this hyena... accent, forward personality, lived above a hookah den. Even now as he lifted his nose and sniffed, he could taste that cool perfumed smoke on the air. Nubia had a nice, wide television on the other side of the room, with a decorational something-or-other above it, a rug or tapestry or something. It was warm in here, pleasantly so against the colder night outside - Ryff hadn't noticed at first, but now that he was inside, he could feel the trickling pain of that chill along his fingers.

When Nubia came back, she had something, or a few somethings, in her other paw but - Ryff couldn't get a good look at it before she moved it behind her back, on purpose or by accident. He'd just started working himself up to ask the question that he'd been trying to come up with, in an attempt to get over his natural nervousness - but she, however, knelt down on the floor in front of him and - and spread his legs further, before settling her paws up against his front with fingers working at the fly of his pants.

"Whoa, whoa -" Ryff found himself saying. He straightened up a little bit, heart yet again pounding already. "What are you-"

Golden eyes flashed up at him, followed by the sound of his zipper. Already he could feel her breath, warm and slow, wash out across his fur, through the fabric of his underwear. "I told you I was unsatisfied."

What could he do other than lean back and - and lift his hips up? The claws of Nubia's other paw dug gently into his thigh in what he understood to be a silent warning; there was the pressure of her nose, warm and firm, dragging up along the side of his sheath through his boxers and continuing to work him up. She kept her fingers hooked underneath the waistband of his underwear, right on the edge of tugging them down to bring his sheath and slowly-growing tip out into the air - though the female hyena just continued to nuzzle at him, getting a good taste of his scent. She knew what she was doing - Ryff could see it in those golden eyes, half-lidded as they looked up at him past his growing bulge.

"Nubia..."

"What was that I said about when you speak?" Her words, the movement of her lips and the flicking of her tongue - all felt against his sack through his underwear. She tightened her grip on the waistband of his boxers and then, slowly, started to tug them down, showing more of his stony brown fur. From where he sat, he could see the plump lip of his sheath and the glistening reddish-pink flesh of his cock, almost directly beneath where she kept her nose. "You will keep your mouth shut."

Ryff felt it would be better to do as told and nod for his answer rather than agree or even give a timid yes ma'am. However, she seemed to be trying to make this tough for him: right after, she pulled the waistband of his boxers down the rest of the way, past his sack that rested between his legs - and then pressed her lips to the tapered tip of his cock. Her tongue came soon after, swirling around and around and then slipping underneath his sheath to coax his length further out, and - and Ryff had to dig his claws into the couch cushion and bite his lip.

This certainly wasn't what he'd expected to do tonight. Reflexes made him want to rest his other paw on the back of her head, behind her pierced ear and hold her in place so he could lift his hips up and slide further between her lips - but then the conscious part of him realized that that probably wasn't too great of an idea. She was a little frightening in her straightforwardness and dominance, but, hell - all of that was just part of what turned him on so much.

So, he brought his arms up, rested them across the back of the couch, and leaned back, keeping his hips partially raised as the other hyena started to bob along his length. He could feel every time she swallowed down his taste, could feel each little tightening of her lips or twitch and swirl of her tongue along his underside, teasing at the lip of his sheath until she'd brought him out to his full length.

Even then, she had no trouble with bringing him into the back of her throat, her nose pressing down into his pubic fur and paw squeezing and rubbing his sack, lower lip against the edge of his sheath. Ryff couldn't help but buck his hips gently up again: this woman certainly knew how to use that tongue of hers.

Of course he'd been _hoping_that something like this would happen, but still - he hadn't been _expecting_it. Knowing he'd be making it to a bar tonight, he'd put off getting off all day just in case... and here he was, lounging back on someone else's couch with his legs spread and saliva rolling down between his balls, another spotted hyena's muzzle steadily bobbing in his lap, her nose pressing down into the fur of his lower belly before she came back up, again and again. Every time she did so, she tilted her head back, swirled her tongue around his tip to lap off any pre that had oozed out there.

This may or may not have been something that Ryff had fantasized about that goddamn adorable otter doing, but - this hyena here was perfectly fine, too. He'd started to churn his hips up into her muzzle with her rhythm on his cock, her paw originally cupping his sack now stroking along the base of his length. Her other had made its way down between her own legs and underneath her skirt, and moved slowly; Ryff licked his lips, unable to see just what it was she was doing from here. Still, though, he had a pretty good idea - or so he thought; this hyena had surprised him had every turn throughout this night, and there was something under her scent and her musk of arousal that tickled at his nose differently than he'd expected, something with a sharper edge.

Not like Ryff could focus on much of anything, what with this tongue and maw continually diving down on his hard length and bringing him closer and closer to his edge - already. Hopefully she wouldn't have anything to say about his eagerness, but... well, he wouldn't mind getting his own muzzle up underneath that skirt of hers and putting his own lips and tongue to what kept her paw busy down there. Again and again the hyena lifted his hips up, keeping her words - you will keep your mouth shut - in the back of his mind and biting down on his lip to obey.

Still, though, the little gasps, the tight breathy moans, managed to work their way out between his lips, and echoed through his body in stronger thrusts and throbs - which Nubia noticed: she slowed her pace, she moved back to focus only on the tapered end of his cock, she kept the flat of her tongue against him and swallowed down his taste, all the while he continued to hump and gasp. Bright, hot pleasure building up between his legs, sharpening his sensitivity and making his moans rise in pitch and urgency-

But, then, Nubia moved back off of his cock, letting Ryff hump and thrust into open air in his lap. That bright spark fizzled out and faded, though not without a few rather thicker globs of pre oozing out into his bellyfur; then, panting and more than a little annoyed, he glared down at her, and started to reach down to finish himself off. Of course she wouldn't let him, though.

"Mm-mm." A grip stronger than he'd expected, even after having been dragged along behind her, clamped his paws down to his thighs while his dripping cock twitched between his legs, eager and desperate to get off. "You haven't given me my fun yet. What makes you think I would let you finish?"

"Fun? Wh-"

"Did you think me pleasing you would be my idea of fun?" Nubia shifted her position and brought those things out in front of her. Ryff swallowed and followed them with his eyes as she stood up: a ball gag and a leash, nice small-link chain. If he wasn't already right on the edge... "Little puppy. You have never had to service a real hyena woman before, have you?"

And, then, he had something else to focus on, as soon as she lifted her skirt out of the way. This damn hyena apparently hadn't been wearing underwear this whole time, and - real hyena woman... this would almost certainly be the first time where Ryff met a woman who was better endowed than himself, and Nubia wasn't even fully hard yet. Hanging sack between her legs, full and heavy - _more_than just a hyena woman - with a plump sheath above, similar tapered tip through which another gold piercing hung, a slick drip of clear pre hanging off the end.

As she stood there, finger and thumb rubbing at the end of her sheath to work herself the rest of the way up, Ryff's nose wouldn't stop twitching. That was the source of that spice underneath her scent, the stronger, sharper muskiness that had kept him oddly aroused on top of everything else about her... he licked his lips, swallowed, leaned forward a little bit. Nubia noticed (as he should have expected) and lifted an eyebrow, fingers still fiddling with that leash.

Then, Ryff's own paw made its way up to his neck. Quite a while back he'd made the decision to integrate a spiked collar into his daily attire, especially when going out to a place like tonight's heavy metal bar; he liked to think it went with the whole black-metal look. And now that he'd thought about it, that chain leash she'd picked out would go quite nicely, too... but, God - he imagined Nubia pulling on that leash and tugging him forward between her legs, the weight of her cock pressing down on his tongue and into the back of his throat, that sharp scent and taste blocking everything else-

"Ah. So you're into that, huh?" The female hyena took a half-step forward and braced her knee on the cushion beside Ryff, bringing the pointed tip of her cock within inches of his muzzle. It was so, so hard for him not to lean in and close that distance, but... really, what was holding him back? She remained bent over him while she clipped that leash to his collar (without any complaint from him, of course) and then started affixing the gag around his head, briefly lifting his muzzle up and shoving a pair of fingers into his mouth to pull his lips open. Even when the gag had been firmly fit between his teeth, he could still feel the spot on the inside of his cheek against which her claws had scraped. "That just makes things easier for me."

Ryff blinked. How - how had he ended up in this position? All of a sudden, he realized that he'd let her put a leash on him and a gag in his mouth, and that he was still_twitching and throbbing with the musk of spotted hyena rich in his nose, the end of her cock close enough that he could easily nuzzle against it... and a tug on that leash forced him to, actually, with Nubia pulling him down until his nose bumped against her lower belly, her own length pulsing gently against his cheek. With this gag, there was no way for him to take her into his muzzle. She_just wanted him to learn her scent.

"On your knees," she commanded next, looking down on him from above. "Right here in front of this couch. Bend over it like a good breeding bitch."

Ryff remained in place for a moment, eyes closed as he gradually breathed her musk in, held it, and let it out-

-but then yet another tug on that leash, accompanied by her taking a step to the side, caused him to lose his balance and almost tumble forward off the couch.

"Now."

So he did as told. Because she hadn't told him to take his pants off, he didn't: he just turned around, rested his arms and chin across the cushions of the couch, and half-raised his tail, already able to feel his drool start to roll down the side of the ball gag. This wouldn't be the first time he'd hiked his tail for someone he'd just met earlier in the night and, seeing as how he _still_had to call up that otter, wouldn't be the last.

Nubia's claws grazed down along his thighs as she pulled his pants down his legs, her breath washing out warmly against the base of his tail and his rump. The chain leash attached to his collar jangled quietly with each of her movements behind him, at one point being pulled tight so that his head lifted up and angled back; the hyena almost_gave a little noise of complaint (_that wasn't his preferred way of being choked), but both remembered what she'd said - and had to bite back another noise a second later. She remained in place on her knees behind him, though her paws had made their way back up to his rump to keep him spread before her muzzle... and then, after the touch of a smooth fingerpad to the pucker of his tailhole, she leaned in and dug her tongue against him.

Lips to tailhole, firm moist tongue pressing and squirming... it took some force and wriggling, but didn't take long before Ryff found himself digging his claws into the cushions again, half-consciously grinding his rump back against the other hyena's muzzle. After pulsing her tongue in him a bit, she moved back, swirled the tip around the ridges of his pucker, slid it back in - right up to the bump of her piercing there; he'd felt that along the underside of his cock earlier, but had been too busy focusing on other things to pay much attention - and continued from there, lower jaw churning against him as she worked.

Her free paw came up between his hind legs and squeezed his twitching length, too, spreading his gathered pre over the warm flesh without taking hold and stroking him, though he did try to thrust against that paw with his repeated grinding back. The pressure of her nose underneath the base of his tail, the feeling of that damn tongue curling up an inch or so inside of him, strong against his clenching and squeezing, and then when she brought it out yet again to lap up the saliva dripping down - and ran the bump of that piercing across his pucker...

Ryff was still trying to catch his breath when the other hyena stood up and placed a different warmth against his tailhole, properly slickened and slightly stretched. Even without her having to pull on his leash, he'd lifted himself up, kept his tail raised, and pushed back against her, the smooth metal of her piercing easily slipping into him what with the saliva soaking into his flesh and fur and her own pre dripping off the end. That other paw of hers tightened on the male's hip to hold him in place as she then started to sink forward into him, her girth stretching him wider than her tongue - and still going.

He gritted his teeth into the gag, his sucked in a slow breath through his nose, he gripped at the couch cushions underneath him... and, God, he loved it. Ryff had willingly been disobedient before, but there was just something about Nubia and her teeth and her personality that definitely kept him in line, kept him from raising up further and slamming back against her. She'd get her fun from pounding into him, they both knew that... and after working him up to the edge of orgasm with that blowjob and then letting him fall back down, they both knew that he was about ready for anything if it would just get him off.

And Nubia's self-proclaimed dissatisfaction showed in the urgency and speed with which she buried herself beneath Ryff's tail, leash finally coming taut as she did so. He could feel her little twitches and throbs under his tail, and wanted to keep her there - she was big - for a moment longer, but right after felt the familiar sensation of a thick, slick cock sliding back out of him... only to be pressed right back in to the hilt a moment later, again and again, gradually increasing in pace and force.

Long enough to actually cause a bit of discomfort every time her hips pressed against his rear, to the point where he had to arch his back and breathe out a tense through flared nostrils. The faster Nubia thrust into him, the tighter she pulled on his leash, and Ryff actually had to work a pair of fingers underneath his collar (spiked, of course) and pull it away from his throat if he wanted to continue to be able to breathe.

Above him, Nubia had started to pant. "Isn't your first time - getting bred nice and hard, huh?"

Ryff bit into the material of the gag, unable to give a suitable response - but his tense _"mmmh"_must have been satisfactory enough.

"If I'd known that..." Here, Nubia bent over the male hyena, slowing her pounding to a deep, slow gyration that almost felt even better than the fast-and-hard. Now Ryff really_couldn't help pushing firmly back against her, yet again able to feel the pleasure and pressure of his delayed-but-approached orgasm. "...I would've made you _beg for it. Still can..."

...and she continued to slow her thrusts. Ryff grumbled and pressed his rump back against her.

"...but I'm_getting a little impatient, too..." -and she picked right back up, straightening up a bit so she could resume her original pace. Her own closeness could be heard underneath her voice and in her panting, short little unsteady breaths carrying a hint of a moan. Ryff, meanwhile, made no attempt to quiet his own pleasure: every thrust into him, each wet _slap against his clenching brought out another breathy sound through the gag, rising in volume and pitch-

-and he thought that they might have actually finished at the same time, feeling how Nubia's claws dug into his hip and how she pressed firmly into him when he shuddered and emptied his own load out across the side of the couch, though honestly, he couldn't tell. She slowed down afterwards, she remained hilted under his tail for a moment longer while he continued to ooze out the last of his cum - it had been a while since he'd gotten to finish hands-free - but then when she _did_pull out, ring piercing popping from his stretched tailhole at the end, he could feel the warm stickiness drip and roll down the back of his sack.

Every breath now carried that dry, scratching pain, like he'd just run a mile with nothing to drink - but in this case, it was a good pain. Ryff shivered, feeling more of the other hyena's slick load whenever he clenched... this was a bit of an embarrassing situation from him, dripping from both ends - with his own cum rolling down his still-hard cock, and quite a bit of saliva soaking into the fur of his muzzle around that ballgag. He wouldn't have been too surprised if he'd pierced it with his fangs, actually.

Nubia didn't seem to be in any mood to pull it off of him, though. She remained above him for a moment longer, paw on his hip while she dripped the rest of her cum out into the fur of his back from above, and then - and then she tugged his leash again, pulling him behind her as she made her way to the hall.

"You know," she said, tail swaying behind her. She composed herself quite well for having just unloaded into him. "I've got another hyena friend who I think would like to meet you... why don't you lie down in the bedroom like a good boy, and I'll go call him up?"

Well, who was Ryff to disobey?