His questions are answered by the firm press of Odette's hands weighing down on him from above, his body squished into the pit of her stomach, compacting and squeezing in against himself much more than he ever remembered himself to be capable of.  The stimulation upon his softened, and sensitive flesh causing him to groan out softly, as one might after waking up from a long nap and stretching for the first time of the day. The massage that follows brings a smile to his face, as it feels quite good, as her fingers gently knead and rub the stomach folds into his cracked and weakened skin. His body shifting to allow her hands to cover and rub against more of his figure, having come to enjoy the sensation Dura herself had worked into him the night before. He coming to realize how much he'd changed over the night, how much he'd come to like his position within Odette's stomach. Where once he was merely biding his time, waiting for the opportunity to escape... the longer he stayed in here, the more he became attached, both to the woman who was digesting him, the stomach walls that surrounded him, and to the idea that, maybe he was made to be her meal. ...or maybe all of these thoughts where simply the lingering effect of the dream he'd been woken up from. Either way there was no sense trying to escape now.<br/><br/>To her comment he responds "I'm happy I could be of service....just like I'm happy I could bring you pleasure last night...and your body energy on this day..." curious to see if this would come as a surprise to her. The news that he had at least a little while longer before she decided to digest him would bring a glimmer of hope though, hope of either escape, or of more enjoyment spent churning away in her stomach, all the same. "I know your going to enjoy it." he simply states, leaning outwards to kiss against her tum at her admitted eagerness to digest him.