Xarithe takes up his position between Miria and the others of his group once more as she begins to speak. Determined to take full responsibility for his decision, and likewise for the well being, protection, and behavior of Miria. Resting a hand upon his distended stomach he smiles to the sweet sound of the woman's voice, enjoying the fact that he would not have to see any harm come to her. He enjoyed her company well enough after all, enjoyed their arrangement, and enjoyed the fact that he may yet get to learn more about her. The druid realized the thin line he was walking of course, for should his party decide she posed to much of a threat or burden, should they decide to attack her... why then he would be bound to defend. A thought fluttering through his head as he recounts the manner his allies tended to dispose of their enemies, imagining the only way that would come to pass... is if he himself were devoured right along with Miria, a notion he found most amusing.<br/><br/>As Sira is quick to remind him, it is not often that he finds the time to enjoy a proper meal for himself. In part because such meals have always gone the way of his mistress, or more recently to his serpent companion. More than that however Xarithe preferred meals that he could savor. Doing as Janice before him, offering unrelenting pleasure, and enjoyment, to those he devours, a final service in exchange for the life they are about to lose. The man in his belly was not worthy of such treatment..but Miria certainly was.<br/><br/>His mind shifting focus when mention of their potential loss is brought up. Not unfamiliar to a life of servitude Xarithe is pleased by her statement. He smiles and nods in Miria's direction, acknowledging that he accepts the extended offer of their prior deal. Witnessing the byplay between Kaheksa and the kitsune Xarithe shifts on his feet and smirks at the mention of the cute man with a bulge in his pants. Holding back a chuckle, neither denying or confirming anything, as after all Miria's tails had felt quite lovely rubbing and coiling against him.<br/><br/>"I happen to have a suitable rope, silk so as not to chafe and irritate. I am quite proficient at binding individuals you see....." he says fishing through his bag in order to retrieve it. Though as he does so Miria has already made her way to attend the pleasure stricken fairy. Their eyes meet, as she mouths the word leash, Xarithe merely grins and casts his eyes casually to the rope he now holds tight in his hands.<br/><br/>His hazel eyes locked on the two women, the druid had to admit that he was a bit envious of the treatment Ambrosia was receiving....though in equal measure he was envious that it was not he who was administering the belly rub. His own bulging tum grumbling audibly with dissatisfaction. Sira, upon hearing this, would come to his aid. Winding round his body as she begins squeezing in earnest against his outstretched stomach. Her scaled coils tightening and loosening in alternating waves, working to knead and grind the hearty meal within. The technique was very effective, and ultimately enjoyable as well. For Xarithe finds himself holding back subtle sighs of enjoyment. The feeling of a full tum, coupled with the rhythmic squeezing grind of Sira's smooth scaled body. The sensation of the man within mashing, melting and being grind away to oblivion was all coming together for a rather satisfying experience.<br/><br/>An added benefit is that his body would return to it's normal proportions, the added strength of the serpent aiding his digestive process greatly would see the former cultist drained away into the Oread's intestines in record time. A thankful pat on the head and Sira soon uncoils herself from his person. "Now then, if you are done my dear Miria." he offers allowing her plenty of time to finish on Ambroisa before he sees too it that she was properly bound. "Just relax this should only take a moment. I've done this plenty of times in the past so you needn't worry." he assures her as he goes about binding her slender legs. "I will make sure you are protected during the up and coming battle, and whether or not my side wins or not, you will be adequately consoled for the loss of your cultists." he says gently caressing her arm as he smiles to her, letting her know that though she was essentially a prisoner he did not intend to make the experience an unpleasant one. Finishing with the legs he begins work on her arms, taking them behind her body in a similar fashion as he had done on the insectile elf. "Your a shapeshifter then? I find that very interesting, I myself am capable of such feats....I would very much be interested in a future demonstration of your own techniques." he comments to her as he finished tieing her up.<br/><br/>Helping the kitsune to her feet Xarithe gently rests both hands on Miria's hips, taking a moment to acknowledge the proposed use of fire. "The only problem I see with setting fire to the building, is the potential of it spreading to pose a threat to, or entrap the children." He adds  turning his attention back on Miria "I offer you a choice my dear, I can leave you in the care of my serpent, and potentially others while we engage your sister in battle....." his words trail off as he leans in closer to gently whisper into her ear "Alternatively I can keep you close, can make certain none of my allies are able to lay a hand on you.....my belly you see is once again empty. Though your cultist brethren recently met his end there....I promise you it can be a very cozy and enjoyable place....the choice is yours." he offers secretly hoping for the second as it would ensure he could better keep her from danger, though he could understand if she would rather go with the first option. In either case he wanted to make sure that she would not easily be able to directly interfere or otherwise hinder their efforts.