"Both!" answers Nightwing in Felix's head. His tongue twitches a little as Felix brushes right up at the back. His powerful throat flexes in front of him, equally ready to take him deeper or spit him back up again, at his command.<br/><br/>"He's a naga, not a thing," chides Glade. "And, as far as I can tell, he's just hungry. I'm already numbing the pain on Demetrius, and I've knocked him out. He'll be fine."