Waiting to see what the priestess may have to say, the bard turns his head to see none other than the slightly bloated form of Alizome. "Thank you thank you....I, well I nearly thought I was digested too.....but here I am." he comments as there are mixed feelings within his voice. Part pleased, and yet the other part disappointed. "You eh? You all right there Ali?" he asks looking to her belly with a grin. He steps forward to place his hand upon it, reaching out to feel if it was as he suspected. "Alizome...why I never knew you had it in ya!" he teases.<br/><br/>Though seeing as her stomach seemed to already be a big enough distraction to her, he would not speak any further on the matter. "If we need to head down the well, I can accompany you of course." he offers, his near death experience not seeming to have slown him down in the slightest. (That is of course so long as the priestess will be all right....) he thinks looking back to her ,recalling what had happened to the last lizard woman who tried to digest him. (Would be a shame.....) Xarces seemingly quite interested in her, and rightfully so as it was only naturally he fancy the woman who nearly digested him completely, the single stomach in all of his experience that was on the brink of claiming him, of adding his figure to her beautiful curves. In his mind he sees himself taking shaklik and the priestess along by his side, of feeding the tiny lizardess, whilst flirting with the idea of inevitably giving himself fully to the priestess. Such fantasies where ones that only a truly twisted mind such as his could likely fathom. Nevertheless his creative spark had been triggered and already he had begun imagining the myriad of possibilities the future could hold.