Babs looked thoughfully at him, her muzzle wrinkling up as she considered the portal. She hadn't expected it to be this easy. Still, the fact that he had immediately admitted his mistake won him some points.<br/><br/>"I am pure prey, and I do like to be eaten often. _That_ was never the problem. The problem was you not asking first. I had every intention of having a second round, and a third if your stomach was up to it, not to mention other parts of your body. I have all the necessary implements, roasting pans, a spit of the right length, butchers knives... I like the oidea of being chopped up and put in a pie, or beingstuffed and then stuffed in a roasting pan."<br/><br/>She gave him an apraising look, then sighed. "Alright, you have one more chance. Open the sack."<br/><br/>She climbed back in and folded herself up. She might not be a contortionist, but her yoga training made her very flexible.