"Help him?" I gestured at them, lifting my brows in confusion. "Man's got at least three hundred levels on her. She doesn't even have a third class. What's she going to do that he doesn't want happening?"
Pokora stared at me for a second, "Sorry, that last sentence made no sense at first," she shook her head, "Yeah, forgot about his level. Anyway, we... well, found him."
I unashamedly stared at the giantess tongue-choking the catboy from the other side of the room.
"Don't Tigea have, you know," I turned to Pokora, a little concerned at something. I pointed at my mouth, "Spiky tongues?"
"I... don't really know, to be honest," she looked like she had a small moment of enlightenment. "Would they have... you know," she gave a weak shrug. "The same down there?"
I gave it a good thinking. Though I'm not squeamish, picturing that gave me the shivers.
"Should we interrupt?" Pokora sounded a bit unsure. "I don't want to ruin the moment."
