"Why thank you." Zaida said as she took a sit by the old man, who seemed to have mistaken her engorged belly for pregnancy. Already the man inside had gone still. Now he was nothing more than pound of meet to be processed and absorbed. Zaida stroked her belly, reveling at the idea that she had dominated a life that was sentient. One that ha hopes, dreams, fears, and personality. And she had ended them all. Conquered his entire life force.<br/>"So may I ask how a tough guy like you ended up in such a dreadful state?" Zaida said with feigned concern as her hand wrapped around the man's face before sliding underneath his jaw and tipping his head to look into her eyes. She cooed and talked as if to a small child.