Eyeballing Cyria's prestidigitation as she uses it to clean, Johan says, "Don't think that's the spectral hand I'm most interested by right now, after what you did to that lizardess. Seems a bit out of sorts, you doing that, yeah? Figure it's to do with that... other place we all went. Maybe the people we met. Something very weird is going on," he adds, "And don't think I'm not thinking about it just because..." he gestures at his own naked body. "Makes a man wonder what else other people who were over there might be able to do with the proper motivation. Did you just think it?" Once they're all in the tub- and even as large as it is, it's a little cramped- he snickers at a bit of water overtopping the sides of the bath from a sudden movement. "Careful- I've got a lot less mass<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>volume than either of you. Matters, for a bath." Taking the chance to give both women equal opportunity 'help washing' and twisting and turning around a lot between them, he adds, "Marinating for an entire day? ...sounds fun. I mean, if you had a book to read or something while you were marinating. Probably they wouldn't be used to helpful suggestions on what to add to the broth." Not responding to the 'some other way' Cyria mentions, Johan continues on, "Practical, though, is for during a fight. When you're not in a fight, you can afford to be-" He takes a deep breath and submerges himself in the minty water for a few seconds before coming back up and finishing, "-decadent?"<br/><br/>Turning back towards Sasara, he snickers. "All I'm saying is when I eat a steak, I don't want any sauce on it, distracts from the quality of the meat. I'd figure people'd be the same way, though I don't have any experience with that. Me, I'm just a humble human who might, MIGHT be able to stretch around something small like a halfling," Johan demurs, "Or a... mouse." Blinking a few times as his stomach growls and the naga teases him, he pats his stomach with a somewhat bemused look. "...I'll admit, ever since we came back, I've had a bit of an appetite. Even while that orc was groping me, I was wondering what it'd be like on the outside instead of the inside." He grudgingly says the words, as though he were admitting to some peculiar perversion instead of his normal state being the fringe point of view. "...doubt I'll be growing another limb like Cyria did, though, and while I'm pretty sure I can outwrestle, say, Naji I don't have much faith in my own stomach. And, of course, little as I am I'd barely be able to move. It's not-" He pauses, and blinks a few times before wincing. "-practical."<br/><br/>When Sasara her last question, Johan breaks into a relieved grin as he returns to more familiar ground. "Oh, not quite. Actually, if you look at it physically, being in a stomach's not much fun at all. It's too hot, the walls try to force you to bend and contort more than you'd like, it's deafeningly loud- it practically takes training to be able to relax. And that's before you feel the itching of acid trying to melt you down," he says. "This is far more pleasant when you look at it that way." Johan pauses, and adds, "The fun of being inside a stomach's on a- different level. Being inside someone, knowing that if you stay, you'll die- knowing that the second someone's teeth closed around your feet or head or whatever's last in, you stopped being a person and you started being food, just waiting to be turned into extra padding on whoever's around you. Knowing that you're only going to be a person again if you get yourself out or if you get freed, and either way, continuing to live is a gift from someone else or to yourself- the rush is... intense." He seems to be distracted by little internal thoughts, and reaches down below the water to adjust himself.