No, no, it wasn't kidding. It was quite hungry and quite serious, as is evidenced by the fact it doesn't let up. It coils its body tighter around Dragox's legs in response to his movement, its attempts at finding somewhere to bite put on hold as Dragox tries to push it off. It lifts and swivels its head his way, regarding him.<br/><br/>As Dragox may have noted earlier, the thing was almost pure, heavy muscle -- muscle which was intent on keeping its place. The hands meet smooth-skinned and steel-bodied resistance, and at the second shove the Vor gives an annoyed hiss! Instead of going for Dragox's legs he now goes for his offending arms, jaws gaping wide then snapping shut at the furre's hands and wrists! Regardless of if whether or not it gets ahold, it shifts and  undoes its coil from Dragox's legs to scoot further up, attempting to confound Dragox's arms and torso with its body and weight.