Johan keeps his hold on Drodjee, firm and tight- maybe just a bit more of both than is strictly and 100% necessary. He watches, interested and perhaps just a litle aroused, by the new and exciting way that Cyria was dealing with the lizard that got a taste of her. Johan envied the lizardess her tongue; not only was it clearly useful in a fight, but he had already thought of a half-dozen ways to bring in more of a friendly interest from people outside of a fight. Didn't seem to help now, though, even if part of Johan kept right on envying the scaled lady in a different way as she's lowered into Cyria's maw. Johan hadn't seen the drider do much in the way of feeding, and it was a pleasant enough show as the partly-scaled woman became a round bulge. "Hmm? Oh, no. The orc and I are fine and, if you can still run with that in your belly," he calls back to Cyria, "Chase Cheesy if you like. If not, it wouldn't be a bad thing for one or two of our enemies to get away to spread the news not to fight us casually. Just think of how much trouble it could have saved these fine folks!" He laughs. "But if you need help with that lizardess later, I'd also be happy to help you with her- unless you can manifest that tentacle inside yourself for a bellyrub as well as outside to feast. You simply must tell me where you learned that spell." Watching the rodent who'd intended to eat him flee for the hills, Johan smiles. No, this wouldn't do his little band's reputation any harm whatsoever.<br/><br/>Turning is attention to Drodjee, Johan enjoys the feeling of the orc squirming against him trying to get free. There was little chance of it, not now that he'd gotten a chokehold locked in. Of course, the orc had a thick enough neck that he wasn't doing much choking per se, btu it was still an unpleasantly difficult hold to get free from. She could, of course, just slam him into a tree until he let go- but that would take so long that the rest of his people would doubtlessly do her in before that could happen. Implacably, almost lazily, he hooks his legs around Drodjee's, pressing his bare lower half into hers in a position as close to sexual as it was possible to be without actual penetration. Certainly it can't be doing poor Naji any good to see him groping the orc who'd tried to steal him while also, purely by happenstance, putting her in a hold that involved his crotch grinding into her rump. That he was also well lubricated (not that anyone of wholly sound mind would view stomach acids as a sexual lubricant) was an added bonus, and despite his recent quiet 'pressure relief' inside the orc's stomach Johan found himself getting aroused again. Well- no harm in that. As he samples Drodjee's taste, though, the feelings for the orc get somewhat... different. He's tasted others before, of course, as a necessary product of passionate kisses as well as other profitable uses of his mouth with someone he wanted to have fun with. This, though... ever since coming back, he'd found himself evaluating people as food, just like most of the other mercenaries did and he never had. Where a light nip to the orc's ear might have been playful flirtation, now... now it spoke to the human's stomach directly. That organ growled noisily, almost as much as Drodjee's had on her first taste of *him*.<br/><br/>After a few seconds, he realized that he was no longer paying attention to his crotch, and paying all attention to his taste buds. This was sufficiently strange to make him pull his head away from the orc's, and felt a strange clicking sound in his jaw; unnoticed by all, he'd started instinctively (but he'd never had those instincts!) unhinging his mouth to claim the orc as his own prize. Naji's irate ranting as well as the feel of her weapon's impact draw him all the way back to reality, and he keeps his grip up- but pulls himself a critical inch from the orc's body. "Hmm? You shouldn't make threats like that, dear. You're much more likely to pay her to hogtie me so you can keep me down," Johan says almost on automatic. "And of course I'm grateful to you, dear! I simply found myself in an interesting position and wished to explore it. You can't imagine I was seriously at risk of being digested by some stranger when I have you at night should I ever feel suicidal, do you?" He smiles, feeling the orc's surrender. "Good girl. Naji, would you be a dear and get some rope? As much as I trust our new friend, it would be downright rude to presume on that trust by giving her a chance to go free-"<br/><br/>Stopping abruptly, Naji's touch is more than enough to draw him to full arousal almost instantly- whatever his interest in the orc's rear was, the drow gets full and very difficult to fake proof that he was far more interested in her. In a slightly tighter voice, "Yes. I think my pants would be very useful right now." Once the orc was bound, he'll let go, climbing down and slowly putting on his pants to at least let him walk around a bit less awkwardly. "And Naji's right, Sasara. If there's a bounty on her, I mean to have it," Johan says, ignoring his stomach's quiet insistence that there was a much better reward to have. "Sound off. Anyone injured? I can already see nobody's missing." His voice has, with quite a bit of speed, gone back to all business.