One of the containers was labeled Zandall and kept closed with small holes on the top of the container. The Ringleader stalked over toward the box and opened it up, taking out one of the squeaking mice inside and closing the lid to make sure that none of them could get out. He held the creature by its tail and ignored all the squirming and continued to hold the tail as he walked out of the line. Only one mouse would do to cure his hungry and he wouldn’t need to eat again for his slow digestion would make eating another too soon only make him ill.<br/><br/>He glanced around to see if there was any empty tables, but he found that were wasn’t and glanced around to see just who he could eat his meal with. Elizabeth was the only one getting at the table and she appeared to be trying something know. He could smell it, eyeballs. Zandall wouldn’t lie, he couldn’t swallow them. They kept getting stuck in his throat and he’d have to regurgitate them back up. Still, he had no problems with anyone else wanting to take a test try.<br/><br/>The half-naga walked over toward her, sitting in the seat just opposite of her. “Hello Elizabeth. Pleasant nice, issss it not?” He hissed out that one word, his forked tongue being able to be seen within the He placed his top hat on the table with his free hand and leaned his head back, slowly putting the mouse into his throat feet first. The creature tried to get away, but it was no use and before long, there was a rather large lump in his throat, slowly the mouse was being swallowed alive. He placed the hat back on his head and smiled at her, wondering if she would say anything or continue to keep silent.<br/><br/>Zandall wasn’t sure just what to say next to keep a hopefully would be conversation going. He could ask her how her sword swallowing was going or if she was excited about the sword, but he decided not to. It was hard to tell what the rabbit girl was thinking…and even harder to ignore that wonderful scent coming from her. It always took Zandall more energy to keep himself from attack her. Half rabbits don’t mix well with half snakes. He tried to ignore this, having had a meal already and not able to kill any performers for dinner, Zandall just eyed here instead.<br/><br/>Ugh…that scent was torture, but he covered his nose to keep from smelling it, hopefully that would have some effect and it seemed to be working. Zandall was much more calm and could think twice as clearly now. At least until he’d have to move his hand…it would probably go right back to that cloudy feeling of wondering what she would taste like.