"Oh man," Grant muttered softly, almost inaudibly. The fox's eyes were fixated on the huge shaft that hung between the skunk's legs, looking far far too large to fit in him, despite still being limp and soft. He could smell the musk on it from here, and in any other circumstance the strong masculine scent would've been a turn on, but being menaced like this and being able to faintly catch the scent of the pain and terror of the last one to run into this monster killed that. Grant wondered what the last victim had chosen - had they tried to run, or surrendered and put themselves at the skunk's mercy?<br/><br/>For Grant though, the choice was clear. Cooperating was, for him, the best way of surviving. The skunk was far too close now, likely could move faster than him, and had promised an extra horrible fate for him if he ran. "I'll cooperate," he said after a few long moments, his voice still trembling but collected enough to not stutter. "And if you don't eat me I can help you!" he added, thinking fast. "I have this job at a bar, you see, and sometimes I take people off to well, you know, and they pay me. If you don't eat me, you could wait out back while I take them out in the back alley and you can do whatever to them. They're usually pretty big too! More meat than me, I'm scarcely a snack compared to them."<br/><br/>Grant was a little surprised with himself, to even suggest such a ghastly thing, but he<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>didn't want to die, especially not like this. Selling himself was a bit of his strong suit - and if selling himself to be used as a lure would keep him alive, he was going to take that chance.