Renna watched the elf rapidly devour his food. Despite the ravenous nature of his gluttony, there was still an air of grace that all elves seemed to share. Within moments, the table was nearly clean. There were the empty plates, which Irenes was already over picking up,  and a couple more scraps of food, which he was busy cleaning up. "<span style="font-weight: bold">My, you sure were hungry. I haven't seen anyone eat like that in a while. Not even myself.</span>" The satyr was shifting in her chair, her libido starting to skyrocket watching him stuff his face. And it seemed like she wasn't alone. The kitsune was clearly just as attractided to the man, based on her constant stopping, looking around and murmurings under her breath. Seeing that she needed some reassurance, the green-clad goat girl gave her vixen assistant a wink of acceptance. Finally, Irenes went for it, asking if he needed a belly rub. Wanting to get her hands all over him as well, Renna stood up slowly. "<span style="font-weight: bold">We could head to my bedroom if you need to lay down. After all, all that food must be... so very... heavy...</span>" she sauntered over, hand sliding on the table, before she reached the edge, and let it fall right onto his taught gut. She gave a slight push. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Oh... It's so firm...</span>" her hand started rubbing all over the swollen sphere in his middle. "<span style="font-weight: bold">It doesn't even move. No doubt you feel... uncomfortable... And I bet these pants are just digging right in...</span>" She slid her hand down, trying to stick her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. "<span style="font-weight: bold">What do you think Ire? Should we let him rest this off for a while?</span>"