[Oh, he's spent what feels like countless hours dreaming of that tongue, forked and long and peeking teasingly past those dangerous fangs. Where most men would tremble and cower in fear at the sight of them, run for safety and pray to see sunrise, Barry trembles for entirely different reasons. She eases his jacket open, exposing his throat to the freezing air and her heated breath, and he suddenly doesn't mind the snow so much anymore, a soft sigh of anticipation escaping him.

Lup feels so good. Each year is long enough to make him forget just how incredible she feels, how skilled her hands are, how easily that mouth can make him fall apart...]

Hey! [His glasses go flying, and suddenly the world around him gets hazy, blurry, the only thing he can sort of see clearly being Lup looming right above him. So that's how she's going to play it?

Barry grins, chuckling softly. The hands teasing at the sides of her chest are pulled away, raised over his head, palms open in a mock-gesture of surrender.] Oh yeah, you're real scary. I'm terrified. [He wriggles a little underneath her, trying to nudge his legs open but finding them deliciously trapped by her massive tail. His whole body shivers.]

Please, oh please, I'm beggin' ya, please don't eat me. I'll do anything, anything y'want, just please spare my life.