She grins a little more, leaning back against the cupboard door and licking aaaaall over that thing she feels~<br/><br/>All of a sudden he's flung backwards out of her maw and spat into her wing. She fixes him with a stone-cold glare. "Listen up,<span style="font-style: italic">worm</span>she instructs, her hot breath blasting against him and the volume leaving his ears ringing. "You EARN your respect, understand? You are currently worth less to me than the flecks of dirt stuck to my feet. If you were to tumble down my throat and burn away in my stomach, it would be an honour for you to have died feeding something so much more important than you, and I would do nothing to stop it, capiche?"<br/><br/>Grace murrs deeply, watching the bulge slowly slide upwards.<br/><br/>She grins, striding over and cupping his balls. "Mmm, I especially like how you used these~" she tells him.