Alizome's stomach grumbles again, eagerly agreeing with Gift about its intentions for her. "Okay, well, [i]true," she admits. Wincing as the blackscale's remains are lessened a bit more at Gift's insisted prodding, she continues to hold the woman close, indecision slowly starting to crumble. "Buy you? Well- uh- I don't... do digestion. It's bad for the skin," she explains, apologetically, "and even if a means of resurrection's at hand, who wants that kind of hassle?" Swallowing another load of saliva, she finally groans. "Okay! Alright! Fine! Just- I don't know what the easiest way to do this is, so don't squirm too much." Slowly and painfully levering open her jaw, she forces Gift's head in and starts laboriously swallowing the offering, letting the smoky flesh linger on her tongue just a bit too long for it to be easily explained as inexperience in swallowing. From the quiet happy groans she's making, it's pretty clear she agrees with the flavor.<br/><br/>[[Mmm, torn; on the one hand Ali's not built to be a predator, on the other hand she's not really well built to be survivable prey either<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>Ah well, Predatory Instincts never hurt anyone...]]