You realise that you're never going to make any friends if you digest everyone you come across. Eating people is generally the norm round here, some people even enjoy being devoured, but letting people out once in a while means they get to enjoy being eaten again later and you find yourself with a regular dining companion.

It takes a great deal of effort, but you finally manage to cough him up. You sit down on the bed to recover from your exertions while your new friend goes to clean himself up. He returns later, wearing only a towel around his waist. Your eyes wander back to that toned chest and stomach and how good they tasted.
"Well, that wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it would be," he says as he sits down at the desk, turning to face you. "My name is Kurt, by the way."
"Antony." You find that even though you just had to go through the ordeal of spitting him up, you can't take your mind off his taste, nor your eyes of his body. Kurt seems to notice that you're not exactly looking him in the face. He smiles.

"I must have been extremely tasty, yes? I think that you're thinking of eating me again. Well, being eaten was fun, but I couldn't do it all the time. I'm sure we could come to some kind of arrangement, seeing as we'll be rooming together." There is a pause where the both of you seem to be eyeing up the other.
"What kind of arrangement?" you ask.
"Something along the lines of 'you eat me, I eat you'. You know, sort of 'you go, I go' kind of thing. Take it in turns." Not even waiting to see if you agree, Kurt stands up and walks over to sit on the bed next to you. "Now, take off your clothes and let me taste you a little. I want to see if I'll enjoy eating you as much as you did me."