Arkain groan as you pick him up in the spoon. He looks up at you weakly. "Escape? I never had a chance. No one can run covered in caramel sauce." He groans again feeling him being licked off the spoon and into your huge maw. "OOohh really. You did say you were going to do that didn't you. " Arkain growls. Being sore and cold has him in a bad mood but he wants the fox to lick him so he warms up faster and gets his energy back.