*murrs as he rests his back against Arkain's rubbing hands, rubbing back at them occassionally with his own. The slight up-and-down rocking that comes from the lizard's breathing causes the stomach lining around the skunk to rise and fall against him, giving him a comfortable feeling of a massage and rocking at the same time* Urr... does... does that mean you might not digest us Arkain? *his voices rises in the end with a slight sound of hope*