Nightwing nods happily. "I appreciate it, thank you," he tells her. "I'll leave as soon as you're ready, and as long as no-one else here has anything to ask of me..."<br/><br/>"Soft... Warm... Heavenly..." replies Artair dreamily, happy once again inside Penelope's stomach... Could he call her a girlfriend? They seemed intimate enough...<br/><br/>Glade's golden tongue turns into a slide for Ben, tilted down towards the dark throat below until he starts to slide along its slick, bumpy surface.