*stands in place, frozen, as Arkain nuzzles him. He tries to look happy and unshaken, but his fur is standing on end, which makes him rather fuzzy and gives away his feelings of apprehension. He watches Arkain's belly, mezmerized with it, and wonders if Coe really is enjoying it in there as Arkain said he was.*<br/><br/>Oh, heh heh, no p-problem Arkain. I owed you a favor for letting me have something to drink... Are you sure the mouse is okay in there?