Simply gazing up at the ceiling above him, Ritter stays mostly still, squirming only infrequently against his captors as he mostly accepts his fate. Trying to look down to get a better view of what was going on, he only gets a glimpse of one of the last remaining naga when he feels a sudden wet sensation spread over his sac. As if hit by an electric shock, the rabbit almost instantly begins trying to squirm once again, straining futilely against those soft, slimy bodies, only barely able to move as the naga simply plays with his body. Trying to crane his neck to see what was going on, he feels something new now beginning to rub over his sheath, and a low, almost inaudible murr of pleasure rumbles out from Ritter's throat despite himself, the rabbit now starting to hear the naga's sounds of happiness rising above the other sounds as well.