Xarces had barely noticed the heat of the room, his mind too occupied, his body too accustomed to such temperatures. Though upon hearing quite an adorable little sneeze from his companion, he finds himself looking to Euanthane "Bless you." he comments softly. As he looks to her, he would find that her human skin shimmered with sweat in the dim light. Xarces softly bites his lip as he finds the image of her quite distracting, though this was only the beginning for as she lifts her arms to pin her hair, his eyes are locked on the way her body moves, the way her jerkin rises ever so slightly, almost as if to tease him, revealing the soft welcoming flesh of her human stomach. Things would only get warmer for him as she trails her fingers down to her cleavage, begins undoing the ties that keep her armor in place. Once more Xarces is found staring as she comes dangerously close to removing that layer of armor which prevents him from fully admiring her luscious breasts. His eyes following her fingers, following as with each deft maneuver more and more of her skin is made bare. As he glances between her breasts he bites harder on his lip, as his eyes scan further south and he squirms as he sees her human stomach,and soon fidgets with lustful desire upon laying eyes on her delicate navel. Ultimately they pass onto the division of skin and scale, those soft belly scales where he knew her serpents stomach was likely to begin.<br/><br/>Seeing her in this light, caused many thoughts to rush through his head, as he could barely hold back from taking her into his arms, swooping her off her scales, and bedding her right here and now......and should she deny him then to demand that she devour him, to take the internal version of the trip his eyes had just enjoyed. Even if there would be no escape, for it would certainly be worth it, as after all what better way to enjoy the very flesh that tantalizes him so, then to forever become a part of it.....or perhaps he wanted more then that, perhaps he wanted both, perhaps....perhaps.....Xarces simply could not decide as these thoughts clash and combine in so many lecherous and lewd ways that he cannot help but work up a light sweat all on his own. His hand lifting to tug at the collar of his shirt, loosening the threads to allow more of his muscled chest access to the cool, in comparison, air.<br/><br/>As if the atmosphere in the room, combined with the unintentional desires his companion had instilled within his mind was not enough. Madame Widow would make things all the more difficult to retain any semblance of focus.  The manner in which she crawls over the plush surface of the bed, her hips wiggling enticingly with every motion. His eyes feasting on the sight of her smokey flesh laid out before him, her leg invitingly reaching in their direction. , Xarces had seen these actions before, and his instincts would have him crawl right into that bed along side her, would have him wrap her body tightly within his powerful arms, would play off her cute and innocent demeanor to take her by the hand as it where, and show her a night of pleasure like no other.<br/><br/>A quick shake of his daydreaming head would set things right in his mind once more. The appearance of the big cat in the place where his fantasy told him he himself ought to be did a fine job of breaking the immersion. His cyan eyes look inquisitively to the madame as she speaks, very eager to hear the favor she desired. Watching her lips, carefully taking in each and every detail he takes a tally in his mind (sick feline........needs a belly rub......) this all sounded well enough until..... (an internal belly rub?) his body freezing in place,  as he can hardly believe what was being proposed. Whats more, it seemed that she expected him to be the one to administer the massage as her gaze falls specifically on him. The daydream he had earlier, seemingly trying to manifest itself. "So.....lemme get this straight....you want me to allow Nywra to eat me?" he asks as everything started to make sense to him (No wonder she seemed excited when the feline took a liking to me......could this have been what she was thinking when she said we would get along exquisitely?.......and perhaps this may in some part be the reason the red head had fear of her...)<br/><br/>In his moment of hesitation Euanthane takes charge, asking the questions that he himself was much to flustered to think about. Her words made sense, but more then that, there seemed to be a genuine concern behind them. He getting the impression that she did not want to see him digested, but more then that it seemed almost as if she did not want to see him be eaten at all. Xarces turns back to her and smiles appreciatively, his eyes showering her with a thousand thank yous that his lips could never speak. and as she moves closer, speaking of her own hunger, of him giving a second belly rub, he would blush. He would blush deeper then he had ever blushed within her presence. As though he realizes this was likely a means to whisper her concerns to him......he wished for it to be true.<br/><br/>Taking her lead he giggles with embarrassment, reaching his hand out to caress her slightly exposed human tummy. "Would I be giving two belly rubs?" he asks, leaning down to lightly kiss the flesh of her belly, his lips stinging with the heat of her sweat. The tip of his tongue darts out to catch it's taste as he subtly smiles. Trailing down to her scales her rubs their underside firmly, splaying fingers out to cover as much surface area as he was able. "Or three?" he teases pecking his lips upon the scaled belly as well as he was fully acting the part of one devoted to quelling her hunger should ever it threaten to take the life of an unwilling. It was more than acting however, as there was a great deal of sincerity to his words, as in part what started as a means to gain entry, had to him, become a living fantasy, an unspoken agreement, for should ever a time come where she desperately needed a living, writhing, and willing meal.....he would be there in a heart beat.<br/><br/>His eyes flash to Madame Widow as he returns to his feet, rubbing his hands back up the valley of flesh between her parted jerkin, fingers working over the strings that bind and hold it from falling completely from her body. He resisting the urge to undo it completely as his lips soon whisper in her ear once more. "I am as resistant to digestion as any one living meal can possibly be." he reassures her.....or perhaps it was not a reassurance at all, for the tone and inflection of his voice, and quiver of his lip as he spoke those words made it out to be a teasing invitation, a manner of saying without saying 'here I am, a meal the likes of which you have never tasted....and I'm yours for the taking, it's ok if your belly gets a little rough with me..I can take it...I like it....I want it...' or perhaps that was simply the air of the room placing meaning where meaning was not to be found. Though the mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls away would certainly speak otherwise. He stands breathing deeply, simply staring up at her, innocent, meek, vulnerable, in this moment, his fingers lingering for far to long against her flesh, reluctant to depart. Yet eventually they must, and with a disappointed sigh he pulls away. Closing his eyes tight as he focuses on breathing, focuses on regaining his composure.<br/><br/>When he was certain he was in control of himself he steps forward towards the bed.<br/>"If that is your desire Madame, if you wish it I will fill the belly of your precious Nyrwa. I will massage her internally until she recovers from what ales her....." he says softly, trying not to focus too hard on the fact that he was openly talking about a subject that made him weak in the knees. (I do hope she is not deceiving me.....for though I am resistant to digestion.....I fear I may not be strong enough to pull myself away from the belly of such a powerful predator......and being immune to magic as they are......why it almost seems such creatures evolved to dine on my kind......even if commanded....even if what the elf says is all true......given how starved she may be....could her belly truly resist taking one such as I?) he worries though these thoughts would go unspoken, his eyes shift to land on the panther. Xarces lifts his knee to crawl up onto the bed, gently reaching out to caress along the soft fur of the feline once more. "You've been having a tummy ache?" he asks her, knowing how smart the creatures where, hoping she may show sings of understanding.