At the notion of buying her dinner, Rave paused for a moment, before continuing to knead the smaller digimon into his privates.<br/><br/>"But, you<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>my dinner." He said, rubbing her around and behind his ballsack, before returning to his sheath, his red cock beginning to stir out of its home. "What do you say I repay the favor somehow later? I assume you reform, correct?"