No no no no! He wouldn't be in anybodies belly! The boy began to shake his head back and forth, push against the earth like a cat, and pull away from Danica's voice as if it were intent on eating him, bite by bite. When he gathered enough courage to finally speak again he opened his mouth to refuse - to shout, holler, and demand that the big scary lady would please not eat him; however, just as he opened his mouth a great big pffffft whistled from his rear. The sound was so drawn out it became exceptionally high in pitch, enough to make Larus squint and bow his head.
That was probably the best answer he could've given, all things considered. Ohhh but then the smell hit his nose. Rising up like a bouquet of unripe fruit. It wasn't that bad to Larus. Kind of pungent, like the flowers that once grew alongside the den, but also sort of... eggy. Maybe the stench would be enough to drive Danica away from him (or at least make her rethink the whole eating thing).