Jason's lips puckered at the bitter taste, but he weathered it for the few seconds it took to dissolve. He started to remove his shirt, then unbuckle his pants. He got as far as sliding his belt off before Hayley put a hand on his forearm. Her other hand unconsciously came to rest on her lower stomach as a feeling of emptiness hit her. Not the ravenous sexual craving of being affected by something the dryads made, but a more subtle need, rather than hunger, and a gentle relaxing feeling. She turned to Jenna, "want to watch him outgrow his boxers?" she asked with an anticipatory grin on her face. He was, after the all, the only one still remotely dressed. "Or watch it au naturale?"