"It's a bit more difficult than I imagine it would be if I were an elf or something a bit closer in stature, but it just means that I need to keep their attention up in front, which is easy enough, and that means that they're also not paying attention to what my spinnerets are doing until it's too late for them to do anything about it.  Although, I haven't had that much experience with people who have wanted to see what it feels like...the only one I remember back home was someone who had deliberately walked into a web, and the one that go to him first didn't much care that he had done it on purpose and wanted to be able to do it again.  As for the tentacle, well...mmm.  I'd like to be able to give a more solid answer on that, but I'll need more time."  Naji's mention of shelving that conversation for the time being was fine with her, as it was something that Cyria wasn't the most comfortable talking about.  While the rush of power had been exhilarating, she didn't know anything about how it actually worked, and for a spellcaster of her persuasion, that wasn't something that she wanted to simply toy with.<br/><br/>When the conversation shifted to the nature of her poison, the expression on Cyria's face turns to one of bemusement as they start to discuss how it functions.  "Well, I will confess to having done a bit of...experimentation with it in the past.  More to determine how different amounts would affect different size creatures, mostly; knowing how long I can expect it to last is a rather important part of using it after all.  As for how it feels, well, I can only assume that it's unpleasant, but thus far I've never left someone in a state where they could both readily communicate to me during the process and be willing to do so.  As you mentioned though, their comfort is typically not at all a priority for me at that point, as it is with almost all who indulge themselves like that."<br/><br/>It's good that when Drodjee decided to interrupt Naji that Cyria was behind her, else the expression on her face would have likely elicited more than a few angry remarks from the orc.  As it was, she was trying very hard not to simply burst out laughing.  Considering that their group had already demonstrated that they were more then capable of making meals of others, outright stating that you were useless to them with two of those predatory individuals in the room seemed like an impressively effective way to ensure that by morning you would be just a pleasant memory and an extra layer of padding on one of them.  Johan seemed to have realized the same, but considering what his plans were involving Drodjee and Naji, all she had likely accomplished would be to make it easier to convince Naji not to try to sell her.<br/><br/>As Johan sets his idea into motion with all of the pomp and eloquence as he was known for, Cyria looms up behind Drogjee and once again dips her head in towards her neck.  This time, instead of just biting into the meat of her shoulder, her aim is a bit more precise and her fangs punch through into her jugular.  This time, she doesn't hold back like she did with Johan, and more or less empties her poison glands into Drodjee's neck.  She wouldn't be needing any soon, and the last thing Naji needed was someone stronger than Johan and herself struggling on an inexperienced stomach.  Keeping one eye on the drow to watch her reaction to Johan's antics, Cyria can't help but let her mouth linger and take a long pull from the unfortunate orc, her throat thrumming in appreciation of the bit of extra kick her blood had as compared to Johan's.  "Mmm, if I wasn't still full I'd be more jealous than I already am, but this treat is for you.  As first real meals go though, you've hit the jackpot though.  Open up, dear, and don't worry about choking or anything - you aren't the first person I've helped with their first meal."