(OOC: Neverwinter Nights? Melf's Acid Arrow is a spell in that.)<br/>Chris hadn't noticed the text conversation, simply shrugging at her question. "D'no. Reizu doesn't seem to like the limelight very much. And yeah, it's true I should keep a low profile-but how low? I want the band to get signed, and while it's true we can be anonymous and still famous..." He shook his head. "I don't know. I'll think of something."<br/>He sat down in one of the armchairs, propping his footpaws up on the desk and grinning. "Talk? You managed to get 6 months pregnant in the space of 20 minutes?" He shook his head, giggling, which intensified when she demanded the "details." "Hoisin. I was a bit offended that I didn't taste good enough on my own. Naw, we saved the vore until last. As you do. But it took us a couple of hours to get to that point." He grinned. "We had some fun alright." At her pressing look he said. "Well..."<br/>What followed is a reciting of aforementioned events which I shall not mention in polite RP but rest assured it'd make Bill Clinton blush.<br/>He sighed as he finished. "And, uh..." He looked around and walked over to the sphinx's side before sitting down and whispering in her ear. "Don't tell Reizu but I REALLY enjoyed being gulped. I know you're my drummer an' all but...you have more experience than Fiana, I suspect. So, uh..." It's clear he's trying to ask for a "demonstration" but he's too embarrassed.