Johan nods inside his hammock/cocoon. It made sense- "Most races do that," he says. "Only the really populous ones- like humans- get over that, mm, hump-" he punctuates the word with a particularly strong thrust, "-of eating their own. Fascinating, really. Relaxing as he's pulled closer, the helps out by pushing himself a little more firmly into Cyria's front, letting the silk contract to help hold him in his new position- just loose enough that his ability to keep going isn't hindered. "I'd... well, you're right on both counts," he admits. "Stories get boring, though- I always preferred to make new ones instead of relive old ones."<br/><br/>Laughing back down at Naji, he adds, "Just find the tights and I'll put them on. A wizard stole my sense of shame! Even if they're hot pink." With that mental image provided, he nods along with Cyria, and all of a sudden it- well, it feels as THOUGH he'd gotten bigger inside her, though it was really just a trick of the way he was moving his hips around while pushing in and out. Whatever it was, it'd felt good- a trick taught to him by a small, handsome young goblin who impressed upon Johan the need to have something other than simple size to rely on. Burying his face in the drider's chest again, he stops talking and puts his mouth to better use, focusing on bringing both him and Cyria to a pleasant conclusion of the first part of the night's "festivities". He hoped Sasara was getting an eyeful.<br/><br/>((Blech. <_<))