Johan first murmurs, "I don't see why it'd look any more funny covered with fairy spit than, say, orc spit. Could be worth a good experiment, though." As he considers Lea's suggestion, he shakes his head. "Nah. Her swallowing was a bit, mm, halfhearted to be of much use in a combat. There are better spurs," Johan says with a smile. "But overall, I welcome the bet- more money for me when it's not me being stacked onto a friend's chest."  The question she asks Cyria, though, has the human perk up his ears with interest. "Common arrangement for a 'taur, yeah," he notes. "Usually in one of those it's easier to go out the back way than to climb your way out through two stomachs. Far too easy to get too tired in one, and just get slipped back into the second, and then you're in for a long ride. And as for webbing, well, one must need quite a bit of savory food to make webbing properly- but anything more than what you need for that and it's just like other food." He amplifies Cyria's suggestion as the drider gets up to her feet. Letting the others start to rise from the table, he gives Cyria an unabashed grin. "I think that's how I put it- though really I imagine any sort of silken accessory would be quite a comfortable and<span style="font-style: italic">interesting</span>thing to wear for a time. I think Sasara's lost in contemplating the wonders of a criminal-filled menu," he says, letting his hand stay on Cyria's shoulder and not paying<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>much attention to the sudden lack of movement down underneath her abdomen. Well, it'd be a pity if that lizard was insensate before he could help out, but such was life. Maybe she was just... laying low.<br/><br/>The felines' protestations are met with only a bland, blank smile on Johan's part. He knew feline anatomy inside and out- quite literally- and he knew how to sidetrack them quite effectively. Even Yumina's declaration doesn't make his mouth twitch; he knew that if he got his fingernails into a sensitive spot she'd be putty in his arms at least until he stopped. When the waitress comes back, he listens politely, already knowing largely what they were getting and what he wanted. "The two will do- I don't believe any of us are modest or even solitary creatures at heart," he replies. "And good, hot baths are always more pleasant than cold outside of some specific circumstances." He wasn't going to *think* about what the aftermath of that night with the salamander had been like. Grinning as the barmaid all but capers with glee at her imminent initiation into a predator's life, he cautions, "I'll be quite upset if you end up being a lot better predator than you think and trying to keep one of my people," but does so with a slightly lopsided grin. Everything else sounds perfectly fine to me, though." When Naji makes an offer, he grins... just a little. "Oh no. I think you should bring our prisoner with you. Might even be a little educational for her," Johan says with unfeigned joviality.  That said, though, he turns and starts heading in the direction of the rooms. "Don't be too long waiting, though, Naji, or you might not be in a position to... help."