Tasu looks down at his distended womb. The thick tubes that hold his vagina open and he finally starts to relax. "Aunt D. Tell me, what happend to you? You made a beautiful naga. Did they take that away from you? I dont mind this, not too much anyway. Not when there's another inside me." He looks back at the ghostly form of Delilah. "Please, tell me."<br/><br/>There's not much he can do strapped helpless to the table. With enough effort he might be able to free himself. The look on Tasu's face shows that he is still definitly worried, but much calmer now. Looking to Delilah for answers, he takes a deep breath and listens intently.