"We have names, you know," replies Nightwing, trying to grab the lizard again. "I assume my mate has put a spell on you to prevent you from accessing your magic reserves, or anything else's magic reserves, for that matter."<br/><br/>Glade squirms slightly, always loving the feeling of something alive moving around down there. Hunter will have seen by now that the flesh inside her is golden to match the scales surrounding her lower lips. She looks down at her hand, feeling something wet hit it, and sees a very small, very slimy human laying there. "I never really thought you'd be the predatory type, Felix..." she says softly, then moans again as Hunter goes even deeper.