Murmuring quietly, "Well, there's packed and there's packed- I expect at least one of the bodies in that room will be inside another body soon enough and thus not taking up much room." That didn't quite hold up to logical scrutiny, but Johan was never one for that sort of logic. Making room for Alura to light on his shoulder as she works, he lets her help him clean up with a grin. "Usually I have time to go swim in a creek. This time, long march right afterward. Not ideal, but it's better than how I'd feel if I stayed inside the orc for the march, wouldn't I? Thank you, though." As she continues to work, he adds, "Come on. You and I especially both know why I keep getting swallowed down, don't we? It's just... fun. And it's not TOO dangerous, given that I've done it enough that I can generally make an escape in a few seconds... unless some naughty magic user paralyzes me first." Grinning, the human adds, "This outfit works well enough that you probably could take orders from an orc's rear and do almost as well as taking mine." He knows well enough that half of his unit would listen to Drodjee's rear as readily as Johan's mouth; if he let that sort of thing drive him crazy, he'd have fled the unit long ago.<br/><br/>"As for what you'd have done if I'd become orc fat, dear, I devoutly hope that I would have shortly become fairy fat, or kitty fat, or drider fat. Or even drow fat!" Johan reaches up and gently pats Alura on the back with one finger. "I'd hate to believe you all think so little of me that you'd let me jiggle on someone as rude as that when you could have my remains be part of one of my friends instead. What a waste that'd be." Letting her go on and talk to the others, when she returns, he murmurs, "That would be a luxury flight, but I'd hate to weigh you down with all of us. Perhaps another time, when you only have to carry one person apiece- and I volunteer to be one of those." Johan doesn't waggle his eyebrows, since he's still talking to the guard. But he THINKS eyebrow-waggling.