Watching Disa, Johan finds himself by turns captivated, confused, and amused. He'd met the general type before; so much blood went to their muscles their brains suffered by comparison, and they gravitated to a job where they wouldn't have to strain themselves to think. He didn't mind; he asked for little, and if little was all he got for conversation it was a pity but not a disaster. Much more important, now, was maneuvering Disa's bulky body and less-than-bulky mind into a direction they wanted. He's happy to pamper and flatter the oni, and at her suggestion sidles over and begins 'helping' Alura study Disa's tail. Johan's hands move further up towards the base of the tail than the fairy's though, and he begins giving the strong appendage a firm, thorough massage as he works thumbs and knuckles into the flesh, seeking out knots in muscle he could relax. If oni were like some other creatures with tails he'd met, the base of their spine right above the transition to tail was an even more sensitive area, and he let hands wander in that direction as he kept up his end of the conversation. "Well, Disa, back in our Londovall, be it another plane or the distant past, humans and their close relatives outnumber everyone else. By a lot! In fact, a normal person is likely to go their entire life without meeting<span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span>who isn't mortal! Others, no matter how hungry they may be, well, they simply can't make a dent in our numbers, you see? And of course when they try, some mortals band together and overwhelm them with sheer numbers. A pity," he says distantly, focusing more on his work while his mind races. Looking up to see Disa's teeth, he gives them a warm smile- perfect for holding meals in, naturally. He would have guessed as much! Cyria is the first tasted, and he nods quietly. Interesting. All very interesting.<br/><br/>When she reacts to Alura's touch and then to his, he smiles. "Some. Our band is rather... open about our feelings. Many would find it rude to have told you, on first meeting, you were beautiful let alone touch you in a sensitive place, but us?" Johan shrugs, and combines white lies with a test balloon to gauge Disa's reaction. "Life as a soldier can end quickly enough, why not take every opportunity to enjoy it where you can, no, Disa? There's hardly any sense denying yourself when you might be eaten the next time you draw that axe of yours." As their fragmentary report of the battle they'd been greeted with draws Disa's attention back to military matters, Johan gives her a brief respite only to raise his eyebrows at her plan. "Well, Disa," he says without any telltale nervousness in his voice, "Were it not for my sacred duty to lead this group, I would happily volunteer myself to you to spare one of the others. As it is though, I must say, your orders said to not take any primal or abyssal prisoners, didn't they? Being so rare, your orders certainly had nothing to do with mortals showing up confused and in need of direction." He keeps his voice steady and husky, letting it vibrate with pleasant overtones and forcing her to strain just a little to hear soft tones. "Consider. If we are enemies, you'll be chastised whether or not you eat any of us and bring anyone in. If we are not enemies, but rather a curiosity, then when your commander sees that you've already eaten they may reason you've already gotten your reward, and let you have nothing more, not even me while if you bring us all in, they may be so pleased that they allow you even more of a reward than two of us. And if we are allies, they'll be upset if you ate any of us! So you see, lovely Disa, there's not much benefit to eating any of us now, is there?"