You can feel the damp skin of lizard creature’s belly through your thin silk garbs. Your captor lays a short arm across your chest, initially pulling your body gently towards his, but the effort soon subsides. You ask your question, but there is only silence. You realise you cannot even hear him draw breath, only feel his stomach swell and settle. Then in a slow, drawn-out voice, “Ramasu,” after a pause, “Yours?”, but you have no if he is still awake to hear it.