[[Let's see, my per is +0, so... nope, Johan's staring at tail way too intently to notice<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>]].<br/><br/>The moment where he might have intervened passes peacefully enough, and soon enough his naga companion is locked away in their new 'friend''s steaming stomach. His eyes seem to ping-pong between the Sasara-shaped bulge and the rear she'll soon be adding to, different thoughts chasing through his head with alternately lewd and guilty overtones to them. Though he does wonder what it would feel like, he wonders a lot more readily about being inside the oni in a different, far less fatal way; he'd let a few favored friends taste him, and even swallow him on occasion, but only when he was both fairly sure that he could get out on his own if he had to and that he wasn't going to need to due to good intentions on the part of his partner. The stomach-happy mania was something he didn't have much of, not when other body parts of women and men were so much more interesting.<br/><br/>"Thygor-" He starts, suddenly, surprised by the reappearance of his comrade. "Thought you hadn't made it. This is Disa- we're in... well, the mages can tell you more, but somehow we got thrown into their plane. Things aren't looking great, and Sasara... you know how it is, sometimes people just can't take the strain anymore and willingly feed themselves to someone." He sounds, well, mostly-sad; certainly more mournful than the fairy, even though he's not mournful enough to intervene. "It's good to see you, though. Disa's taking us to her camp- it's as good as anything, since I didn't think just huddling in place and hoping whatever happened happens again in reverse was a winning strategy. We need to know more." He doesn't say that Disa doesn't know enough to be of help, but hopefully that came across anyway. Still, when Disa speaks up, he forces a grin- "You do know she means a tummy rub from the<span style="font-style: italic">outside</span>, right?"