In a way Cyrus felt lucky that he wasn't getting the same treatment that his other prey has gotten but he defiantly was feeling unlucky when the dragon opened his mouth. He nose wrinkled as his nose told in the scent and coughed a bit. Knowing that he was probably going to stay here for a while, he would try to think of a way to fix his foul breath, he thinks to himself before slowly approaching the dragon. He held his breath once he reached the drooling mouth, he slowly put his hands in his slimy tongue and began to rub it, letting his flavor soak in. He then pushed his the dragon's head down a little so he could get in easier, and slowly by slowly began to push his body in the dragon's mouth.