Shade shook a little as he approached. "O-Okay...", he said nervously and closed his eyes. He tensed as he felt the mouth around him. He wanted to fight and squirm but he resisted. It was to late now. If he fought it would only get worse. He had to trust him. He had to hope he would spit him back up and keep him. He felt himself being devoured but did not struggle or fight.