The mercenary relaxes in the tub, sandwiched between a drider and a naga and seemingly far too relaxed either for a man naked with two women or a prey defenseless with two predators. "Disa, I think," he says after a moment's reflection. "I rather felt... something, but only when we just returned. Did you call on her? Yes, of course. I didn't. Even when I was inside an orc, I felt no need for that," he chuckles. "I wonder if calling on our acquaintances when not being threatened with death is wise? After all, they were predators in their own right." Leaning into the hands around his back, he continues, "Growth spells might work. Or shrinking spells. Or I could ask our obliging fairy... hmm. Well, I believe I can stretch a little, but- well, *my* ribcage probably doesn't separate like Sasara's does to let food on by."<br/><br/>As Cyria presses against him, he draws a deep breath- half aroused by talking about what it feels like to have someone inside a stomach, and half because of the feel of bare, wet flesh pressing more tightly around him. "Don't worry," he says after a centering breath, "About Naji. That's another reason she's getting an orc to enjoy. And if we were the types to get upset at each other for sleeping around, we'd have cut each others throat months ago-" He draws in a hiss of breath as a hand finally reaches down and starts caressing a tender spot, whatever else he was about to say cut off as he leans his head back into Cyria's chest. The byplay above his head largely goes unnoticed save that the two predators kissing means his face is securely sandwiched between their respective chests, though he does give the muffled reply of "Even Sasara's belly can't quite melt me that quickly-" as he hears that particular gibe. He takes a deep breath- more than a few deep breaths, actually, filling his system with oxygen on the off-chance his head's about to go somewhere with a lack of fresh air- when they part, he feels soft coils sliding wetly around him, and puts his arms to his side just in time for one loop of scaled muscle to pin them there. Fully aroused, he laughs. "How can I argue with an argument like that, dear? Go on- You've wanted to for days," he purrs, not resisting the coils as they continue maneuvering him along Sasara's body.