"Binds?  Ah, you mean my vines. I'll let you go in a moment,  I just need to place this... Flavour you have.  Is it... No you're not a sorceress are you?  The last sorceress I tasted was very different from this but it's the only thing that I can compare... Though maybe that's your fishy quality mixing in.  Do you mind if I eat you?  My stomach has a much better sense of taste than my vines. "<br/><br/>Now that she was awake,  the vines were much more active.  They squeezed and gripped her body gently but forcefully all over,  kneading her body intimately.  She'd be gradually lifted above the plant creature until she was hanging over his mouth,  which is what he was actually speaking out of.  he had four petal like lips that literally rolled back to reveal a sickly sweet smelling chamber,  already partially filled with a thick syrupy substance. There was just the faintest hint of rotting flesh amongst the syrupy sweetness.<br/><br/>The lips rolled closed for a moment,  "Honestly,  I'd pop you right inside if you weren't so darn squishy." He was clearly having fun squeezing her plump body,  though he was gentle enough that even the ridiculously strong vines felt more like a massage than a death grip.  She would see him pick up her dropped equipment and begin moving down her trail through the jungle.  she couldn't feel or hear his individual steps,  so it felt like they were gliding through the dens forest like a pair of ghosts.