With that he gulped again in order to get the fox to its destination sooner. "Interesting concept." Voltaire grinned as he would lick the remaining taste off of his paws. "That might help you greatly for where you're going." The only traces of the fish that would now remain in his stomach were but bones and flesh that had clung loosely to those bones, aside from the smell of the fish and the acid that had been breaking them down, his stomach was all but empty and the air inside was stale. It had been several days since he had last enjoyed a meal, and the organ was sure to be pleased with its new occupant.<br/><br/>"Now I must ask, do you want this to be a nice and slow process or quick and simple?"