"Hmm, that's interesting to note, but tell me, did you ever eat fire before, and more importantly, have you ever tried to hold it in?" asked the wolf, his breathing coming hard now. There was almost no air left in the throat as he was swallowed down farther, his head pressing into a tight sphincter. It was odd to be in this place, feeling the heat of the flame and the cold of the throat at the same time, though the heat from the flame was predominate. He actually considered telling Xadin to stop with the temperature dropping, as it wouldn't effect his flame, which were spiritually charged rather than from actual physical fuel such as gas or wood, but decided after a moment that it wasn't necessary, and instead started to wriggle into the walls, causing the water and fluids to slide off, some evaporating and creating another bulge, but no where near as big as the first one, while most simply slid down the throat, to come to rest around his head. Smiling he kicked again, spreading his legs out side to side, rather than up and down, which would make it harder to swallow him, especially when the next swallow hooked his feet on the dragon-fox's lips, but also forced more air into the throat, recreating the first problem, as it started to expand. Of course, this time the liquid was in the way of in entering the stomach. If he tried to belch he would eject the wolf out of his mouth, and if he tried to fart this time, the wolf could literally ride the liquid down past his stomach and into his intestine, which, if Xadin's own words were right, wouldn't be used to having anything in them.