Had Meron become strange? Well, no... not yet. The consumption of his mana would make her something otherworldly over time, though the world they were in may have extended that timeframe quite a bit. Apparently, this world's limitations for humanity was far more than Albertus expected. Normally, Albertus would have expected his expulsion to occur in the depths of another Creator's throat, not a drop of it spilled. Meron, however, had taken him only as far as her mouth. There was also seemingly an issue of quantity in place; a great deal of his expulsion spewed out of her mouth to land upon her breasts, and even on Albertus' abdomen. Luckily for him, his shirt had been pulled up just enough to avoid being soiled.

"Haah~ that's better than I thought," he commented while his breathing moved toward normalcy. Speaking of things becoming normal though, their leisure was stepping in the other direction. Meron alleged that the quantity was some amount of excessive, and the flavor was more pleasant than expected to boot. Had he miscalculated? Well... frankly, he figured it would be fine to avoid changing his natural expulsion at all. This was a rather fun event that he intended to enjoy naturally. "Sounds like you liked it. That's good. Well... you might've let a little bit slip out there," he quipped. Looking down, he saw quite a bit of white liquid upon the woman while she filled his lap. Though it should have been considered a waste of valuable mana, he rather enjoyed the sight. How strange. He'd have to apologize for judging his brother about such things when they next met, having previously been in disbelief about something so wasteful being worthwhile. "So how did you mean to say it?"