The fairy's response is met with mixed emotions by the druid. Initially he smiles and sighs contently to her thanks, the mention of liking him, lightly leaning into the touch of her hand. though as she speaks further her words leave a bitter taste in his mouth. The things she says, the manner in which she threatens him, causes feelings to rise up within him that Xarithe cannot explain.<br/><br/>His rounded pupils flash to those of narrow slits... Sira becomes restless at his feet, rising up to flash her fangs, and hiss threateningly at Ambrosia, sensing the cause for her master's torment. "Ambrosia.... you may eat whoever, and be eaten by whomever you desire.....of that there is no question...I get that....I do...and..well....I like you too.....it's just that...." Fighting back conflicting emotions the druid raises his voice slightly "To make such a serious offer to this naga, and to then back it up so adamantly...why It's utterly...." A hissing sound escapes his lips, forming the shape of words as he curses in the serpents tongue. "You know next to nothing about her, not her name, her history, or even her personality.....you've hardly even been in her presence for more then five minutes, and your telling me your willing to offer up everything that you have, everything that you are to her......just like that?" he snarls as his eyes narrow with anger.<br/><br/>Xarithe begins to pace, walking in a slow circle around her, his gaze hard as if studying the subject before him. Sira in turn begins winding her body slowly along the floor, creating a barrier of glistening emerald scales around the two. Her long forked tongue darting out periodically, to touch and tickle against the fairy's flesh. "Is it because she is a naga?....possesses the stomach of a serpent? Or would you make such a promise to any who takes you into their belly..... Where Sira to swallow you down here and now, to grind you against the bodies of not one, but two human soldiers.....would you offer her the same? Surely her stomach is just as alluring, possessing the very same qualities of the one you have just been released from.... The druid pauses,, biting his lip as the hardness of his gaze suddenly fades. He looking distant, lost in thought a pained shudder courses through his body before he continues. "All I'm saying is.......think long and hard before you selfishly give your life away...." the look in his gaze let on that this issue was very personal to the druid. Shaking his head he motions to his companion to follow him. She offering one final tasting flick of her tongue, before she is slithering past the place Ambrosia stands Xarithe walking straight past her as he mutters loud enough for Ambrosia to hear, "Janice would never have allowed such an offer to pass her by..." despite knowing the words would not make much sense.<br/><br/>Xarithe heads straight over to the downed guard and begins to bind him as he had the mantis elf the day before. He muttering to himself all the while. "Selfish fairy.....why should I care if she wants to die so badly......" Though internally he struggles with the reasoning for his outburst. (What has gotten into me..... why do I care so much...so much so that I would even deny a holy naga a meal in the process.... I have seen and sent countless beings into the depths of a naga... why then am I so against Ambrosia doing the same?...... Selfish.....) the word echos in his mind (Could I be the one who is being selfish here... denying her that which I once dreamed of?....) he thinking back to a time where he looked forward to a possible future of being digested by Janice, how excited the idea had made him. (the notion is fascinating....always struck me as romantic.....if only Janice where still alive...) he mourns as his own hopes for such a future had long since been taken from him. (Or...is it possible I simply do not wish to see any harm come to Ambrosia....do not want to fathom a world without her.....) the druid deciding he will have to take some time to think on this subject.<br/><br/>After securing the panther to a bed, arms and legs fully outstretched using a method he himself knew the difficulty of escaping Xarithe smirks to Albali "And yes, I do know a knot for just such an occasion."<br/><br/>With that squared away he makes his way to the exit. Sira following closely behind "Splitting up again would be best, Sira and I shall take the far entrance once again."<br/><br/>[[ If someone wants to go ahead and loot the money dust and potion from the drawers ect that would be swell. Otherwise just assume Xarithe will do it before the group moves on. ]]