It really did surprise me how nonchalant she seemed about all this, under normal circumstances I would have been dissapointed. But at the moment I was only half focused on swallowing her, it was a means to an end rather then an end in itself. Which is fairly unusual in my case. Regardless of my true intentions at the moment, I left her to interpret my actions as she may. The little white paws pulled in as my mouth came down, the strong scent of my breath growing more pungent as I forced the Dragonair's head into my little maw, the pink tongue below rubbing about with the same delight at which I had consumed the cookies. I pause for a moment, both to let my followers take in the sight further, and to savour the soft flavor. That was the best way to describe it, a taste as soft and smooth as a dragonair itself. I took about a minute to delight in the taste, tongue rubbing and slipping about nonstop, before finally I took in my first real swallow.