Waiting for Meera to recollect herself, once his arm is expelled Johan just smiles at the catgirl. "Oh, don't worry, I know w h at you meant- you just wanted to gnaw on something tasty while your mind was distracted. Not the first person to be that way." He pats Meera on the back, not-coincidentally smearing a good amount of the catgirl's own drool back onto her. Well, that's why there were presumably baths. "And I've been more, ah, moist today- and I do expect that I'll be moist again later tonight, so why get upset about this?" Instead, Johan returns to his drink, pausing before adding, "Oh, and I gave your meal a little pat on the head. I do hope she doesn't take that as a cue to get all riled- whoops, there she goes," the human says happily as he watches Meera's freshly hopeful meal start squirming again. "You've barely digested her at all," he says with a slight grin. "There now, it's no wonder she's still so, mm, feisty." He gives another, followup pat to Meera's stomach right as the half-elf settles back down. "And nose bops are actually a very potent tactic against all catgirls. Something about how the nerves work there," he says. "Never quite figured it out, but it's helped before- same category as scratches behind the ear and, mm, at the base of the tail." Nodding, he finishes the glass. "If you need a bit more help settling that one down, I can always reach down there again," he adds with a twinkle in his eye.<br/><br/>He listens to Alura, and laughs. "Oh? You're eager to get us all in you and your sister's bellies. Still, the boat is the most likely way to get us there on time- it's just a question of if we can afford it, or if the cost of tickets for this entire mob will force us through the jungle. And we won't know<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>," he says, "Until the morning. So, leave it until then- when I wake up I'll take someone with me and go scouting the docks for a likely ride. As much as I'd enjoy being the first among us to ride that particular air transport system," he finishes, "I think I'd rather leave it for, ah, emergencies for now. Anyway, no, none of them have likely gotten to know our new friend as we have, so her getting eaten first would- for now- mean everyone loses their money. It'd be a pity. But, I'd be happy to take that bet, though you should give your gold to Naji over here until we meet up with the others. You'd be far from the first person to figure me for the fastest to being food, but-" he shrugs. "Others have come and gone, and I'm still here. But there's always a chance. And technically there wouldn't be any rules against eating who you bet on, but it'd spoil it if they weren't willing- so if, say, Sasara bet all her gold on me being the first to be digested," Johan says with a little quick wink to the naga nearby, "And then sweet talked me into rounding out that tail of hers, well, she'd be quite a bit richer- but if she were to be so rude as to use brute force, she'd be out all that money. As for the transport idea, well, it's exactly what it sounds like. We've not done any real detailed planning on it, just... bantered."<br/><br/>He continues to drink, letting the barmaid get more and more excited, but not feeling bad that there were others who wanted to be eaten just as much as he who could do the job without any help from him. Standing up, he declares, "Given all that... Naji, would you be so kind as to come when you like and bring our prisoner with us to whichever room they put the rowdier half of us in? The others," he brushes Cyria and Sasara's shoulders with his (dry) hand, "Anyone included who cares to do something other than sleep in our room, I imagine will be along when they've had their fill of the refreshments<span style="font-style: italic">on sale</span>here."