"<span style="font-style: italic">TY GLUPYJ DRAKON!</span>You honestly think my eyes are open.  I couldn't open them even if Lenin came over hear and said 'Fuck Marx!"  Vega was still a bit nervous, but did try Arkain't idea.  She then took her mind off the fact of being eaten and looked at her feelings.  The slight pulling on her tail felt realy relaxing.  The pressure of Arkain's throat on her tail and hips felt extreamly welcoming.  Even his warm saliva soaking into her purple shirt, made her stomach feel warm and safe.  Though her shirt was making her feel better that Arkain wasn't intersted in her vagina or breasts, though she was wondering if Arakin didn't think of them or just resisted from touching them.  This made Vega feel like Arkain was actualy a very nice... Lizzard who realy liked making her feel happy.  "A-Arkain.  You are a true comrade, and I feel happy to have know you."  This was pretty much all Vega could say, because her English was beginning to slip from her (eather from fear or relaxation, can't realy tell).