Artair watches the entire ordeal with huge interest, astonished at how the lion could vanish into such a small stomach. He certainly doesn't seem too bothered when the skunk sits on him, as the cushion-like fur and flesh prevents him from being crushed. He wriggles about happily, wondering if he would be noticed.<br/><br/>Glade nods. "Oh yes. There's even a reformation machine, although you won't need to worry about that with me," she informs him, unaware that he'd already eaten someone for himself. "I'm vegetarian. I don't digest creatures, although I find the taste exquisite. I offer my body as a simple area to sit and relax or enjoy yourself, both inside and out."