You take your eyes off his delicious looking body for a moment to actually look him in the eyes.
"Hm, sorry?" you ask.
"How was your first meal? Anyone I know? Well, I say 'anyone I know', but sometimes it's hard to keep track of who's eating who, who's been digested. For all I know everyone I know around here could be sitting in someone else's stomach right now ..."
Finally you can take his consant chatter no longer. You take his waist with both hands and slowly lift him up.
"Hang on a second," he mutters. "Are you doing what I think you're doing? Are you sure you want to? I mean, I'm really small and it's been a while since I ate anyone so I'm not particularly plump. Plus, if I'm honest, I'm used to eating people, not being eaten myself. I suppose I could give it a try, as long as you promise not to digest me ..."

His voice becomes muffled as you lower his head into your mouth. His shoulders and upper torso soon follow. His toned belly in particular tastes delicious. He doesn't struggle, which allows his slender legs to slide easily after the rest of him. He may have been small but you can feel him inside you, squirming just a little. He is, of course, expecting to be let out, but you never actually gave your word on anything ...your mouth was full at the time.

What should you do?