Johan, not the least put out despite having a face coated with drow digestive acids, he grins. "If she REALLY wanted me, she'd have been able to keep a hold of me, wouldn't she?" The mercenary laughs, getting a handhold on Naji's shoulder and squelching a few inches free. "Besides, as much as I'd adore becoming a permanent resident of our lovely quartermaster, how could I be so rude as to deny uncounted men and women the chance to taste me in the future? It'd be downright uncivilized," he teases in return. "Besides, if she ate two people at once for her first meal, she'd forever be spoiled. This way, only digesting Drodjee, she has her first multi-digestion to look forward to! Anyway, where did Sasara get to-  oOoooohh," he drawls, getting his head free enough to see Cyria's significantly larger torso. "Such a lucky snake- and a lucky Cyria, too."