"Did I taste like Liquorice?" Stoic asks sarcastically, curled up in Luna's stomach.<br/><br/>Trill just moans. "ooooh what a fate... w-will you let me go?" he begs the princess.<br/><br/>00000<br/><br/>"Mmmmmm..." Carmel licks her lips as she looks Jon up, and down... and up again. "Maybe. All you have to answer me is one question..." she murmurs, leaning back for Jon's appraisal.