C'leel didn't find the knowledge that he wasn't bound for this crew's dinner table particularly reassuring. He'd suspected as much from the beginning; despite the analogy, one didn't look that way at one's next meal. No, the captain wanted something entirely different with his body. As if he had any idea what that actually entailed or how differently they were built beyond the obvious.
His attempt at a threatening posture seemed to have at least a bit of an effect though, as the captain's gray eyes widened as they were lit by his glow, and eventually he backed off to stand more normally. The shark's grin that crossed his captor's face a moment later erased any modicum of ease that had brought him though. Naked greed behind sharp eyes, no doubt already calculating how much his catch might fetch at market. "Oh, so you'll sell me off to the highest bidder then, will you, so perhaps they might eat me?", he said, making it clear that a delay of such a fate didn't make the possibility any more pleasant. "I know you humans have some ridiculous ideas about how eating my people's flesh or drinking our blood can heal your ills or make you immortal. Well, unfortunately they do no such thing; I don't know how such a stupid old fish tale even got started. It's true that we live quite a bit longer than humans- assuming we're both healthy and lucky-, but that's all; we're as mortal as any other creature, and our flesh and blood are only that, not some sort of panacea."
His glare faltered slightly, though only for the most fleeting moment as his theft was brought up. He really couldn't deny that he'd done it, after all, but a few pilfered trinkets hardly justified his current predicament. "Your crew has such a penchant for getting silt-headed I'm almost surprised they even noticed aught was amiss," he said somewhat disdainfully. He doubted human terms for intoxication were quite the same as his own, but the context likely made the meaning fairly clear nonetheless. "And I was going to leave you something in return before I left; I've been foraging pearls- among other things- for days now, and where I wouldn't miss a pouch full, I imagine it'd be worth a great deal more to you."
Never mind that such a notion was something he'd only just come up with to soothe a guilty conscience, rather than something he'd planned from the beginning. And obviously they'd be getting no such thing now, even if he did manage to escape.
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His attempt at a threatening posture seemed to have at least a bit of an effect though, as the captain's gray eyes widened as they were lit by his glow, and eventually he backed off to stand more normally. The shark's grin that crossed his captor's face a moment later erased any modicum of ease that had brought him though. Naked greed behind sharp eyes, no doubt already calculating how much his catch might fetch at market. "Oh, so you'll sell me off to the highest bidder then, will you, so perhaps they might eat me?", he said, making it clear that a delay of such a fate didn't make the possibility any more pleasant. "I know you humans have some ridiculous ideas about how eating my people's flesh or drinking our blood can heal your ills or make you immortal. Well, unfortunately they do no such thing; I don't know how such a stupid old fish tale even got started. It's true that we live quite a bit longer than humans- assuming we're both healthy and lucky-, but that's all; we're as mortal as any other creature, and our flesh and blood are only that, not some sort of panacea."
His glare faltered slightly, though only for the most fleeting moment as his theft was brought up. He really couldn't deny that he'd done it, after all, but a few pilfered trinkets hardly justified his current predicament. "Your crew has such a penchant for getting silt-headed I'm almost surprised they even noticed aught was amiss," he said somewhat disdainfully. He doubted human terms for intoxication were quite the same as his own, but the context likely made the meaning fairly clear nonetheless. "And I was going to leave you something in return before I left; I've been foraging pearls- among other things- for days now, and where I wouldn't miss a pouch full, I imagine it'd be worth a great deal more to you."
Never mind that such a notion was something he'd only just come up with to soothe a guilty conscience, rather than something he'd planned from the beginning. And obviously they'd be getting no such thing now, even if he did manage to escape.