Despite having needed to make an honest agreement to spare her large meal - which isn't actually more of a bother to her than the fact that she is rather hungry - the kitsune smiles again as her stomach still.  As nice as his struggles were, she does prefer an occupant who is more accepting of their position.  After he speaks her attention is immediately stolen by the rogue taking a step out nearby her and she greets him with a slight scowl, but the belly-full of blackscale doesn't allow her to truly feel upset with him at the moment.  "Hello," she says to him casually.  "Everything is absolutely fine over here; caught this lucky duckling all alone over in this room along with the wolverine."  She pauses to gesture in case the beast hadn't come to his attention.  "He seemed so lonely and frightened I just couldn't help but introduce him to my belly.  Originally I was just going to digest him, but the sweet thing and I came to an agreement regarding his survival."  Then she returns her focus to the creature in her disgruntled belly.  "Please be more clear and tell me total numbers: how many blackscales are left for us to expect violence from, excluding your Priestess?  What else is in this atrium besides another dire wolverine?  You have a dragon here?  And it's small enough to fit through these wells?"  Still, despite her stomach's rumbling protests she so far ensures her promise by keeping her gut from working it's magic on the lizard inside.<br/><br/>[[Vore check: 1d20+14  25]]