Imagining a mortal coming to me with a heartfelt request. They want to learn to use glamour, and implore my assistance in any way I can. I restrain a chuckle, and warn them that it would take several months of their time to even be ready to begin learning. They eagerly tell me it's fine, that they're willing to put in the time. My tailmaw snakes around, as I shrug, and tell them I'll give them a chance. I catch the smile on their face for a split second, before they're gulped down my tailmaw. I savour the weight in my tail for a moment, before swallowing it further down. My belly bulges outwards, and I stroke it to reassure its new inhabitant. In a few months, I'll teach them how to use their new glamour—and also to be more prudent in their dealmaking. In the meantime, I could go for some pickles and ice cream.