"That's- comforting," Johan says slowly as Cyria disclaims the whole eating-your-mates cliche. "I suppose- it's not really viable- unless like real spiders you have, ahhh, a few hundred kids at a time." He passes over in silence the other part of that sentence; not disappointing someone who could eat you alive was to Johan's mind simply an obvious way to live longer. "And yes- many, mm, species do that," he murmurs, continuing to slowly thrust into the drider while keeping a tight rein on his own pleasure. "I'll take the vote of confidence in the manner it was intended- fun means a few things- but Naji would be almost as upset that it wasn't her to eat me as she would be that I was gone." He pauses. "...almost." Cotniuning to take his time, the mercenary continues his gentle but insistent massage of the tender spot at the base of Cyria's spine, this time with both hands around her torso in an embrace while letting his thrusts get a little faster.<br/><br/>"Thanks," Johan murmurs. "And- I have to answer, 'not enough' to the number of species... and I'd never be so crude as to keep the list written down. Besides, why would I- only want to sleep with someone once...?" Curiosity piqued, Johan feels the first brushes of silk on his bare back and widenns his eyes.... but the silk isn't sticky as he'd expected. Warm, certainly, having been inside Cyria until seconds ago, and just a little damp as it finished drying, but hardly sticky. Containing his curiosity, he waits until the direction of Cyria's demonstration becomes obvious and then as they climb he laughs with honest pleasure. "Wonderful!" He enthuses. "It's our own personal hammock! He cranes his shoulder around to look at the ground below without apparent fear, working his legs so that they hook around two of Cyria's own legs for a little extra stability. "Hanging... no," he says with complete sincerity, "I haven't." Flying? Cyria didn't *ask* about flying, so that wasn't a lie at all.<br/><br/>As he's about to let his gaze wander from the floor and the quietly bathing Sasara back to Cyria, the door finally opens and shows Naji entering. "Hello!" He calls. "And it was closer to ten minutes, to be fair!" He laughs, thrusting a little harder and treating both Naji *and* Drodjee to the show of his bare rear and back swinging in the air above them. "I'd rather... say that we were working on improving unit morale," he retorts. "I know mine's higher. I have a present for you after we're done! I wouldn't be so rude as to hurry along to that, though," he calls out before turning back and applying himself to Cyria's pleasure with further enthusiasm.