Another desiring snarl rumbles from his wet depths, the arousing dust catching his nostrils again and producing another harsh snort followed by the shaking of his entire head sending a ripple down his neck, chest, and lean stomach.  “Feh! … “ he retorts, and slurps his dark tongue about his lips again before scenting her.  His smooth scales reach around behind her and bite down on the thick ropes snapping them near the totem but leaving her hands and legs bound.  He lifts her up and growls through his teeth, “Hmmph, you’ll be seasoned perfectly back home.”  Another snort erupts from his nostrils as he turns swinging her uncaringly about and stomping off.  The odd dust was doing it’s thing, arousing his desires for her in ways other than food.  Such an effect was apparent by the appearance of a pointed black leather nub of flesh protruding from the slitted scales between his hind legs.