Axael saw it had worked, and at least knew that the dragon was greedy. Thinking quickly, he paused, stealing a moment of time. If he could only persuade the dragon somehow to spare him...perhaps if this dragon was the sort that could revive those he had devoured? Or maybe simply be something to savor in taste but never eat?<br/><br/>"I...I wish to know what sort of dragon you are!" he said, his eyes closed against the dripping liquid, his skin crawling with the slimy sensation fo the pool he sat in. He had to admit, all in all, as he sat there in that mouth, it wasn't all so bad. It could have been worse, for being chewed to the brink of death and then swallowed could prove more painful.<br/><br/>"I have heard of dragons with the ability to give life and a form back to those they have devoured! And others that transfor their one time prey into half-dragons...I've also heard of some dragons who keep humans as pets, but like...like tobacco! To be tasted but never swallowed! I wished to know what sort you were, because I would be willing to accept any of those fates..." As he spoke, he began to remove his shirt, despite how difficult it was, and then his boots leaving only his loin garment; he wouldn't let the dragon completely strip him of his dignity.<br/><br/>"I have been stripped of all clothes that would stop your tasting of me..." Axael continued, sliding himself under the tongue. "I'm ready...but please, if there is any ounce of mercy, please answer my question, and consider a fate for me..."