Haakon starts to breathe a little harder, looking at his predators mouth, yet somehow he just can't summon the strength to fight back as more and more sauces and spices are applied to him, overwhelming him with the feel and the smell and the touch and heat of his predators body. Some stress builds, and yet he feels enveloped by a feeling of well-being and comfort that he can't break out of. When the flip flop is removed, he feels freed and vulnerable, and looks forward to being touched.