He couldn't die, not like this! It would be too horrible, and he could only guess that digestion would be excrutiating. That being the case, he had to think of a plan, he had to buy himself more time.<br/><br/>"Great dragon?" he screamed, choking on more saliva as the tongue ran over his flesh. "Please! I have resigned myself to this fate, but I-I would like to make a request before I die!" He had to know something anyway. He had heard stories of dragons with the ability to do any number of things to their prey, from reanimating them, to actually transforming them. Some merely kept the souls of their meals within their own body. He had to know what fate awaited him.<br/><br/>"If you please answer a question for me, I'll...I'll remove my shirt and boots. I know these clothes are tasteless, and so, I will do you a favor and get rid of them!"