Sylvan has a think as Artair sits before him. "I do have a few ideas, though I would like to try out something I had made for me." He digs around in his luggage and finds what seems to be a set of braces for his upper jaw, inside which is a little harness which would fit Artair. "The idea is that I tie you in the harness, and at a random time it drops you into my throat. You'll never know when you're going to drop!" He grins with a look down. "There is somewhere else you could go though..."<br/><br/>Clara is awake but pretends to be sleeping so Nicole and Stacey can talk without her interfering.