Phantom Hollow it's a mad, mad, mad, world

As the mad man's words left his throat, he didn't even have time for another laugh. The girl's muzzle was quickly shoved inside his own jaws, and Snake immediately tried to snap his mouth shut, only to pause half way, his breath hitching. Her teeth had connected with his black tongue, and the devil's green gaze grew wide, eyes instinctively flickering forwards in an attempt to catch the girl's eye. 

However, instead of fear flashing in his gaze, anticipation and excitement lay instead. Would he be bested in his own game?

Despite the confusing position the two were in, the fact that the woman's jaws were in Snake's own, he let a giggle try and release itself from the depths of his chest, even as blood filled his mouth from where his tongue was captured between fangs. If either wolf were to pull any further, the appendage would be torn from Snake's mouth. 

Snake knew he didn't truly want that; his words were his best weapon. He also knew he couldn't get away, couldn't get out of this situation. Nonetheless, he felt excited; this was something new. There weren't many who would have the guts to attack Snake, much less put their own maw in his jaws. The girl had his respect.

For now.

If she continued with her demonstration and silenced the man, he would find her. He would tear her apart, gouge out her eyes, perhaps take her own tongue just because. He was excited now, looking forward to her next move, but he would feel anger and greif later, and someone would have to deal with it.