Desire was never one for queueing. Stretching langurously, it's gaze ran over the designs of the gate, unimpressed. The sudden change in dimensions did not faze it in the slightest. Desire had always been here, only now it was in a more corporeal form.

A tiny smile curved it's lips ever so slightly. This Paixao would be most amusing, indeed. very few had called to it the way this city did, and Desire responded, pleased for yet another playground to amuse itself in.

Sashaying towards the large gates, Desire largely ignored the gazes of the mortals that had been standing in line. It was already used to these sorts of things, for what was Desire but a compelling, irresistible emotion?

It knew what each and every one of them wanted, what they sought for, and right now, common sentiment was to get this paricular screaming...person to shut up and to get some clothes on.

The person it knew as Timon was a strange individual, indeed. So many desires this little one has... it mused as it stepped up towards him coolly, eyes of gold staring down at him intently.

"My," it purred, it's voice soft and rich as the most decadent velvet. "What a racket you make, Timon."