It had been the best sleep he'd had for quite some time, Xarius realizes, as he's stirred to wake within the relatively chilly interior of the ship's cargo hold. The continually rocking, hard wooden floor of the ship was a great deal less comfortable from any bed he'd ever spent the night in, that much was clear, and yet when compared to his time spent as a prisoner there was no question that this was a serious improvement. Of course, Mona's company went a great deal in making this particular nights sleep all the more pleasant, as he holds himself close to the intense warmth of her body. Allowing his hands to sink into the now softer mass in her stomach, gingerly squeezing the area that was once occupied by the well defined shape of a man the night prior. It truly was amazing what Mona's body, with the aid of his own little rub down, had reduced the soldier to, and a brief imagining that it could have been him in there would cause his blood to run hot. She'd offered to make a meal out of him on numerous occasions by this point, and while many instances were merely a tease, Xarius can't help but wonder how it might of played out had he offered himself up to the red headed woman in lieu of allowing her to dine on one of their enemies.<br/><br/>Surely he would have been able to withstand the grinding pressure of her stomach, would have held out much longer than the soldier who'd been ground to mush between them ....or would he have ended up winding his way slowly through her intestines come morning just as the soldier was currently doing? He'd like to think not, and yet at the same time the mere thought of it, of his body being absorbed by and adding to hers, rounding out her curves as it almost seemed the previous nights meal had surely went to work on doing, went a great deal in raising his arousal even further than it already had been upon waking next to a naked and attractive woman such as Mona. So much so that Xarius attributes her subsequent waking to the fact his manhood was prodding hard against her shapely rear as she slumbered.<br/><br/>The moment Mona stirs Xarius smiles warmly down upon her. Shifting himself into a half sitting position. "Sleep well?" he asks, while gently giving her tummy a doting little pat. Allowing Mona ample room to get up, Xarius stretches his arms while remaining seated for the moment. Feline eyes gazing up at the woman, taking in the image of her naked body, of the contour of her now softer stomach, filled with the broken down remains of what was once a rebellious soldier. A wide grin spreads across his face upon hearing her invitation. Pulling himself to his feet be responds "While I'd love nothing more than to start exploring your bodies....other accommodations" he pauses while coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle to rest firmly upon her stomach, while pulling her back against his firm body, allowing his hardened manhood to sink into the softness of her rump, giving her mind ample time to wander on the particular accommodations he may have in mind. "It's probably best we check in on the others, make sure they survived the night....though their's was likely less enjoyable than ours." he finishes with a teasing little nibble upon Mona's neck.<br/><br/>After releasing his hold upon Mona, Xarius reluctantly gathers his things. Assembling his discarded rags, and his newly acquired weapons and armor. They were all a far stretch from the kinds of equipment he was used to having access to, grungy, tarnished and used in comparison, the rapier being the only exception... were he once sported finely polished arms and armor, embellished with symbols of Sarenrae, as much a work of art as they were instruments of destruction..... but given the circumstances, they'd served their purpose well enough. Even so he couldn't wait for the opportunity to swap them out for something entirely more fitting... once properly equipped he'd feel a great deal more like the divine hunter he once was, as apposed to a prisoner making due with whatever he could get his hands on in the moment.<br/><br/>As he stepped out from the cargo hold, set on reuniting with Delia, Chira and the others, his mind reels at what had exactly transpired to get him exiled from the temple. He'd always had a well enough standing among the order, temple, and townsfolk. Sure some of the higher ups frowned upon his friendliness with the locals..... but he'd always come through were it mattered. Of course whatever the case, he did not blame Delia in the slightest for her involvement. After all, she'd been as much a victim as anyone, and during their brief interaction he'd actually found himself growing rather fond of the demoness. A sentiment that just a few weeks ago he'd never imagined he would have. Yet things had changed a great deal since then....for now though, at least he'd managed to avoid a life of slave labor in the mines and for that he was thankful. Fate had intervened, had released him from his shackles, and from there he'd taken the necessary steps to regain his freedom. To what end and what purpose was he spared though? These questions along with where where he'd ultimately end up, run through his mind as he prepares for the next step..to make landfall.