to be in the middle, enjoying the tender moment, the feeling of being snuggled from the outside by Dura, and the inside by Odette's stomach. Why it almost felt good enough to make him forget all about the fact the two of them had been trying to grind him into a meaty soup not so very long ago. Of course he couldn't really blame them for that.<br/><br/>Settling in to get some rest himself he thinks back to the night spent within Shaklik's stomach, the current state of Odette's tum reminding him of such happy times. With the way Dura had moved so recently he didn't dare try to escape again....perhaps he'd awaken before the two of them and give it one more chance...otherwise it seemed he'd be spending a lot more time with the woman who'd been following him through the streets....which wasn't entirely a bad thing, maybe she'd talk to him more, thank him for being such an enjoyable and agreeable meal, as after all up until this point he's done nothing short of please her at every chance he's gotten.....failing to digest easily aside of course....but then again she never directly asked him to...