Johan laughs. "Not really. Most men are so happy to be feeling anything around them down there that the, let's say, fine details are just a blur." Reaching up, he pats Cyria's side affectionately after the drider hits ground atop him, feeling the weight increase on his midsection just a little, not really resting her weight on him. "I can imagine that getting people tied up or underneath you is easy even without trying to charm them into it," the man says politely. "Granted, I'm on the far end of people who are willing to get tied up or bitten or swallowed just on the odd whim, but never underestimate how much most people are eager for pleasure given even a paper-thin reason that doing something dumb will get them that pleasure."<br/><br/>Showing no sign of being eager to get up, Johan relaxes underneath Cyria, and when the lizardgirl starts twitching, he reaches over and nudges the lizard with his foot. "I don't imagine she was properly appreciative, was she? Either of getting that good a taste of you," and there Johan's stomach rumbles juuuuust a little, "Or of getting to be the, I presume, first person to get shoved into you via strange back-tentacle. Ah well, ideally there'll be more where that came from... and keep in mind, I'm happy to be a test case if you want to see how relatively smaller amounts of venom affect food-to-be." Johan winks, sliding out when Cyria steps away. Fairly quickly, he hops into the bath, quickly and efficiently cleaning himself up while keeping an ear on the ongoing conversation. "Yes, talking about our New Friends should wait until we're in the middle of the ocean or deep jungle, I suppose," he says, moving one of Sasara's coils out of the way before getting out of the bath only dripping slightly. "And you say that Naji, but most people would say being in a stomach in any circumstances couldn't be pleasant- yet here I am," he spreads his arms wide, beaming.<br/><br/>When Drodjee objects, Johan sniggers and leans down, picking up a part of Cyria's mostly-discarded hammock. Walking over to his things, he rummages in his pack, pulling out a sharp knife and starting to make a few careful cuts while sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Gods be good, Naji, I can't believe we didn't realize that a common bandit- even a pretty one, with some fighting ability- wouldn't make us all rich!" Johan says in overly telegraphed mock horror as he keeps working on the still-warm silk. "Though I seriously doubt that your, ah, organization has that much pull in the city, given how cheaply the gate guards were available to be bribed to bring you in. And that they didn't recognize someone as, mm, striking as you, my dear orc. Puts your claims in a bit of a different light, doesn't it? Which in turn makes me not believe about anything you say." Standing up, he has a braided, thick-looking 'rope' of silk, maybe an inch or so wide and a bit over a foot long. "I'm hurt, dear, that you'd be so willing to forget you ever saw me- though perhaps to salve my ego I can tell myself you wouldn't forget you ever tasted me." After waiting for a response, he heads over to Drodjee and adds, "But really, that's enough talk out of you- can't be having with you disturbing my sleep. Open up-" and then, using the slightly Johan-flavored silk, he ties the rope around her head to serve as a crude gag, then pats the orc on the shoulder.<br/><br/>Only with that done does Johan turn to Naji, watching the drow take her armor off with a grin- eyes, predictably, riveted on Naji's body as she exposed it. No matter hwo often he saw it, that sight never failed to get his attention... but this time, for a slightly different reason. "... no, that would be a rare day, especially if I got coiled up by a serpent the same night," he murmurs. "But no, that's not quite the surprise I had in mind. In fact, would that really be a surprise at all? Something to ponder." He straightens up then, and comes actually to attention- his shaft also struggling to stand to attention at the same time, somewhat comically. "Quartermaster Naji!" He says suddenly. "Attention!"<br/><br/>Waiting for the amused but slightly con-fused drow to stand up, he continues, "In recognition of your valor in attacking an armed bandit with insufficient training and equipment and... helping... save your commanding officer, I have consulted with other members of the unit and decided that you are to receive a commendation!" He keeps his face severe, with just a slight glint in his eye. "As quartermaster, you are aware that we are fresh out of medals to give, and we don't have enough of a unit chest- of gold, at least- to provide a bonus, and so I have decided to award you a bonus of one bandit!" He can see Drodjee's eyes snap open in sudden realization- but both he and Cyria are already right there, grabbing her. "Quartermaster, you will open your mouth and prepare to receive your bonus-" And then Johan gives Naji a *wink*.