Johan was never one to mind being close to anyone. Some would qualify that with 'anyone female/male', some would qualify that with 'anyone attractive', and some would qualify that with other things, but the only qualify Johan insisted on was 'anyone not actively and right that instant trying to kill him' and even that was more negotiable than with most people. The orc who'd eaten him? He doesn't even try to pretend he doesn't enjoy keeping a very close grip on her. After all, Naji already knew he was attracted to just about anything that walked or flew or swam or slithered, and also knew specifically that Drodjee was no exception. Johan reckoned it no great betrayal if he enjoyed having a grip on the half-orc and let himself have a bit of fun. While he kept his hands in positions that would allow him to retain control of his erstwhile opponent should she suffer an outbreak of suicidal aggression, there was a bit of play there that let the mercenary feel up his foe and enjoy how that felt. He remembered having his head briefly shoved into the orc's pillowy cleavage, and how soft that was, and- well, a little feel wasn't quite as good but it was plenty to spur on happy thoughts. And the taste...<br/><br/>He'd never really... tasted someone before. But with Drodjee's ear right there, how could he not give it a taste? And so he did, and his tongue reported again the orc's flavor. Once more, he wondered if he tasted this way to others. Of course, he couldn't possibly fit an entire person in his own puny, human-shaped stomach. But it wouldn't be any imposition if he just kept on tasting, letting his tongue wander around the half-orc's ear and the side of her face, gripping her just a bit tighter than absolutely necessary as Drodjee stoically put up with the imposition. Finally, when Johan's stomach rumbled in a way it never had before, she growled, "Just eat me already, for pity's sake." At that, Johan stopped, looking comically surprised.<br/><br/>"I'm no predator," Johan said. Drodjee just snorted in disbelief, having heard a predator's belly express desire to have someone in it before- often her own- and knowing that that's exactly what she'd heard from Johan. Something about the idea gave Johan a tingling eager feeling down at the base of his spine, and only the fact that he'd climaxed not long ago kept him from further embarrassment. Still, he didn't bother denying it any more, since that would have only led to an awkward back-and-forth that would leave nobody truly enlightened. Instead, Naji did him the favor of distracting him from thoughts of seeing if he could somehow stretch himself around the half-orc. "Hmm? Hogtie me? You just have to ask politely, dear. And you've eaten me more than a few times, so it's not my fault I'm still walking around and not bouncing on your chest, is it?" Johan grinned. "I'm surprised you can digest bread at this point, given how gentle your belly is. Have you been doing those exercises we talked about? ...well, it doesn't matter, since we both know the only real way to train a stomach." With that and a wink, Johan let the matter drop. He knew well that if he stayed inside Naji long enough, even her weak belly would digest him- or anyone else, he thought, giving Drodjee a thoughtful squeeze as he considered what form that 'training' might take.<br/><br/>Moving around to allow the engorged, sated Cyria space to maneuver, Johan confided, "You're lucky- she's *never* tied me up with that webbing of hers." He does sound a little envious, but laughed at the end. "Good that you've got a ready source of protein in there to restock, isn't it?" Reaching over, he gives the squirming lizard-y bulge of Cyria a friendly pat. "I don't see you eat nearly enough. Always nice to see, and the way you did it- well, that's nice to see also. Even if it does raise no small amount of questions." Now only needing one hand to keep control of the webbed Drodjee, Johan airily adds, "You'll have to tell me how much that silk tightens up from when it's hot and wet to dried out. But really, are you surprised that your compatriot's fled? That is what bandits do. Did you expect her to do a suicide run to try to free you when the odds were so stacked against you? That'd be a hell of a surprise. I wouldn't have complained, just been surprised." Standing around while Naji looted the bodies, Johan relaxed. Probably no more life or death fights today, which meant that little lever in his mind could grind towards 'pleasure' instead of 'business' even if it wouldn't wholly arrive until they got to the inn.<br/><br/>Sweeping over the others, he noted everyone largely having a good sound time with their respective meals. Even Yumina. "See, I thought you'd learned your lesson," he called up, "When you missed out on swallowing me because someone else was already inside you and coming out. One at a time, and maybe you'd have gotten us both. Ah well, I suppose being big buys you some extra space in there." The fairies were getting along with her well, and Johan was perfectly pleased to let that arrangement continue. And Sasara seemed to be interested in spending time with the fairies, which left... "Cyria, you still think you might want some help massaging that meal of yours into a more proper form tonight?" He asked politely. "As always, I'd be happy to help with that or... really anything else. Regardless- everyone clean up whatever you want to loot from the bodies that aren't worth eating and then let's move out. We do still have a few hours travel before we get to sleep in soft beds with pretty barmaids willing to feed those of us who haven't found dinner yet some good stew and stout ale."