“He is a curious man, is he not?”The words came from Marchosias, delivered not through the mouth, but through telepathy. Andrealphus pondered whether it was worth replying.Seeing that the two of them were currently hiding deep underwater, with Andrealphus in his parrot form stuck in the sea dragon’s mouth, the proud demon of geometry was not too keen on a conversation at the moment.After a moment of silence, Marchosias spoke again. “Come now, let us converse. We demons do not carry the memories of our past incarnations, but I believe a situation like this has not happened often before.”Andrealphus snorted. “You mean me, stuck in your maw while we await the signal for an ambush?”‘Signal’ was perhaps too strong a word, considering the expeditioners were now stuck within the stomach of the undead dreadnought, and that said dreadnought was currently convulsing and roaring in apparent pain. There would be no chance for a signal to be sent to them, save for the corvette literally ripping itself free from the belly of its captor.“I refer to us two demons working in cooperation, rather than merely having adjacent objectives,” Marchosias replied. “You must admit, distasteful though your situation might be, it is a novel experience. That alone makes it worth seeking after.”“Is it? The memory of being trapped in your disgusting mouth is one I would have gladly lived without,” Andrealphus sourly said.He had not planned to indulge his fellow demon, but disgraceful as his current situation was, the silence and anticipation were beginning to agitate him.