Such a simple thing to be asked. A simple thing to do.

It's strange how the action fills him with dread.

On command, his mouth opens. It's empty. No tongue lays within his maw at all, like there was never one being there except for the way the flesh is closed over all mangled and indigo. It's raw, as such things are, but it's starting to heal, or at least, not be so swollen.

He closes his mouth again when it seems sufficient.