What Seras had possibly forgotten was that clan members made such threats all the time, both seriously and teasingly.  More than one woman had indeed been fed to beasts for crimes, not the least of which was, indeed, the vengeful murder of a precious man...<br/><br/>However, Marcus had indeed lost his memories, so he blinked those brown eyes at her a few times as he considered her words.  He looked at her for a few seconds... then smiled.<br/><br/>"You try to excite me again?"  He asked, patting both her thighs under the ooze.  "But... me try be nicer next time.  Maybe you try tie me up, huh?"  He grinned.  By his expression it was clear that he might let her<span style="font-style: italic">try</span>, at least...<br/><br/>"You both alive in there?"  Came Trish's voice all of a sudden, through the sides of the pitcher plant.  "We got some replacement spears.  We need to get a replacement Retriever?"  The hands that patted Seras' rump through the sides suggested that the shaman knew otherwise.