"Of course there's a pool on who gets digested by a 'friendly' first, Cyria," Johan drawls. "I've got 20 gold in it. Not telling who I've bet on, though it wasn't me. I'm confident enough in my own... wriggliness." Taking another drink, he nods. "I can swim, though it's not my favorite pastime. Though if we take a boat trip and end up swimming, everything will have gone well and truly to the abyss already, so is it even worth worrying about that part?" Noticing the way Cyria looks at Lea (and maybe, just maybe, focusing on the licked lips a little) he wonders if possibly whatever had happened with the manifestation of her power during the fight had... altered her personality. Johan then quietly compared that with his own odd hunger pangs since they got back to the real world, and drew a line between them... that was something he had to keep an eye on, because he didn't know what was happening and he wasn't wholly comfortable not knowing. Those questions could- probably- wait for the morning, though. Sasara gives mention to something that he'd been thinking of as well, and he smiles a bit tightly. "I've been told that before about the human body. I've never had much of an urge to find out for myself, but who knows? If Cyria can do what she did, perhaps I can do something interesting as well. Not tonight, though," he hastens to say. "I'd like my mind clear tonight and my body not weighed down tomorrow. And I'd prefer not to, mm, pay for it."<br/><br/>He hadn't noticed that Meera was getting fidgety, but his free hand was away from his drink and within grabbing range. All Johan does is raise his eyebrows at the others when he feels the feline's mouth engulfing his hand, but he doesn't protest just yet. Instead, he wriggles his fingers inside Meera's mouth, rubbing his hand on her tongue to let her get more of his taste. Nervous eater, it seemed; looking over, he could see the color rising on her cheeks as she mumbled around his hand. "Of course she'd want to, dear Meera. Who wouldn't, especially if they, mm, trusted you enough to let them out afterwards?" As if to demonstrate a small fraction of that trust, he doesn't resist as the feline starts swallowing his arm, letting her take in his hand. He waggles his fingers at Lea through Meera's throat despite the strength of the flesh around him, smiling as he does. The heat of the throat was- well, of course it was nice, but it also led him to revise his opinion of Meera just a bit. Slightly a glutton, wasn't she? Still, he relaxes his arm, letting Meera have as much of it as she wants. Sure enough, she keeps on instinctively swallowing, and he scoots over to press himself against Meera's side. When he feels her tongue lap over the crook of his elbow, he brings his other hand up and very lightly bops Meera on the nose. "We're friends now, Meera, not enemies," he says gently. "If you want to taste me, you're welcome to do that, but if you want anything more than a taste you need to ask nicely first, okay?" Any further swallowing attempts will meet with just enough resistance from Johan to force Meera to pay attention to what she's doing and hopefully snap out of it- though he won't seriously start fighting back until she reaches his shoulder.<br/><br/>Relaxing with one arm in the warm, slimy grip of Meera's throat, he looks up at the waitress and smiles encouragingly. "If I may be so bold, dear, they're large enough that a group which includes a number of women whose chests<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>come from a diet of live enemies could easily assume you were a peer. And you've got a number of people at this table who have cheerfully wriggled their way out of trained fighters trying to keep them down, so I don't think there's any more risk than normal that a few of us would be stuck in your belly until coming out the natural way." Raising an eyebrow at her admission, too, she adds, "A fairy or someone small might be a good first try, though were I not otherwise committed I'd be happy to volunteer to show you just what it feels like. Who knows? Perhaps I'll be free later tonight-" he winks. "And in a related note, how's the baths? Because, at the very least, I'm about to have to clean off my arm," Johan nods over at Meera.