"Alright, I-I'm going." Paul said moving along with the large Mephiphage pushing him down into the nest and closer, closer into the middle. As he moved he put his arms up in an attempt to show he was harmless and not planning anything. Paul looked around best he could, making mental notes of everything he saw, a food chamber, a breeding room and the nursery. Despite the situation, he found it all interestingly exciting, all his life he's been studying these creatures and now he's finally in a real nest, no virtual simulation, no paper machet diorama, this is real. Soon Paul was taken into a room, it was large, balmy and strangely comfortable, he was then pushed in front of perhaps the largest Mephiphage he's possibly ever seen. He could tell it was The Queen because of how incredibly gravid she was, years of looking at photos and artist renditions could not compare to how beautiful she was to him. Suddenly Paul shuddered as he felt The Queen moved her smaller back claws onto him, touching him and feeling him, it was a terrifying sereal experience, yet he noticed how gentle she was, like she could tell he was an older man. He felt her gently take of his glasses and observe them carefully then just as gently put them back on his face. Paul then felt her claws search his pockets, pulling out his wallet and pausing her observations once she saw a photo "That... that's my daughter and my grandson." Paul says nervously, as if he dared himself to talk "Uhh.... my family."