"How can I not worry. You're supposed to feed me until I can't move, right?" Something to that effect, which would leave him with a considerable belly at best. He eats all the same shooting looks of amusement and making circles on her thigh with his fingers.

"I'm getting... rounder." Heine chimes aware of his stomach turning round over the amount fed to him. It's getting harder to stomach it all. How much is he really gonna have to eat?

"Rather... eat you out." The food and hotel's effects taking a toll in favor of sex.