"Yes," Cyra muses once the fairy is out of the way. "I suppose you<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>shrink me down. And I suppose it is true that my tongue is not nearly long enough to get all the way down to your stomach. And I suppose you might even let me out once I robbed you of all your food," she says, the dubiousness in her voice readily apparent. "It still seems easier for me to eat you and get the fairies that way, though," she steps closer. "Have you ever been with a kari? Our lips feel like nothing else, and our honey-" She smiles. "Well, if you have never tested our honey," she caresses one breast, "You have tasted nothing worth tasting in this world, Fran."