"Yes, of course. I was about to let the two of you out anyway," he replies. His stomach muscles squeeze against them, bunching them up together and squeezing them upwards. A very large bulge is visible from the outside as they travel up his throat, and eventually he lowers his head to the ground, stretching his jaws open wide and depositing Dean and Hunter in a slimy heap on the floor. "I've been out hunting, you're welcome to help yourselves," he says, gesturing towards the small pile of dead creatures in the middle of the cave. "Oh, and Dean... I managed to kill a couple of them without spilling their blood at all, in case you wanted to feed again," he says with a smile. He turns back towards Lyra and resumes staring at her intently.