Valspan was courteous to the friendly Hana,  "Your taste is admirable,  daughter of the great mother.  Feisty,  confident,  loyalty,  deep satisfaction and curiosity.  I can also taste your close interaction with that great one,  your soul belonging to her,  so this vessel feels a bit empty to my vines."  He explained.  Of course,  Hanaryuu were a race closely linked to all plants and the Goada knew them well,  possibly the only other race to have entered the Singing Forest and come out alive.  Even they were only allowed entry with good reason, and were always treated as honoured relatives.<br/><br/>There was problem with her sensual embrace of the tree man; Goada had extremely low Sex drives.  They weren't immune to lust and love,  they were children of the love goddess,  they were just more on the platonic side of love,  or at the very least focused on other loves than physical.  Valspan for instance was fixated on his quest for the sweetest meal,  and he hadn't even considered mating with anyone in the meantime.<br/><br/>"It's always a pleasure to meet a Hanaryuu,  but you're always disappointed when I tell you you're not very sweet.  Honestly other than your personality and the flavouring you get from your connection to that great one,  I can barely taste you. I think it's a matter of us both being so similar in some respects."  He explained while his vines intertwined with hers,  exploring her plump scaled backside and giving her an intimate squeeze.  Of anyone 'mortal' here,  this Hana was likely the only one who could match his power.<br/><br/>His eyes lit up at the mention of Hakaam, "Hakaam?  Those are so very delicious,  and well worth the effort to keep them ingested.  They're so very wary of plants though." It was obvious someone as slow as Valspan could only catch those who ventured too close.<br/><br/>His roots also began to massage over her overflowing flesh,  the delicate looking ends tracing across her surface in a ticklish intimate embrace, along with the squeezing, massage of his vines.