Desmond admired this kind of guile from his preys. But this wasn't the first time a prey lodged themselves in his oesophagus, against the peristalsis. He smiles and walks around, "It's good you're trying to fight, it's fun...but I'm afraid it won't last." He made a beeline towards the nearest water source and stood over it, smiling at his own reflection. "Any final words before I settle you down in my gut?"