Cuan's expression fell as he caught on to Lakama's meaning, gulping nervously. Getting away with that grip on his arm would be hard. He'd have to be crafty. "Any requests, like a last request or something?" he asked, then leaned in close, smiling a bit. "Perhaps you could give me a last bit of pleasure, y'know?" he asked, winking a bit. "You get to get off, get fed and I die with a smile on my face."<br/><br/>Cuan, of course, wasn't planning on dying - he planned on waiting for a good opportunity at escape or turning the tables. Of course, only<span style="font-style: italic">after</span>indulging in some fun with the other wolf, assuming Lakama accepted.