Red Hood eyed the siren, holding its head in place to analyze it, a scowl on his face. There was a muzzle holding its jaw shut against the rest of its face, though even with it, the beast could hum—it wasn’t much of a danger to him, though. The pit had many effects.

"A bit bold, y’know," he drawled, voice dripping with annoyance, "to come into my fleet’s whereabouts—the Bats’ I’d understand, he sees a pretty face and forgets all of his moral code, but not me. You chose bad, fish." He then shoved its head to the side, a disgusted scowl on his face.

He admired the nerve of it, really. Few people ever came to his ships unless it was to join him, and otherwise it was to deal, get protection, or fight—of which the other team always lost. It didn’t matter how many men the Red Hood had to fight on his side, he was able to beat a team of royal guards on his own.

"Secure the shackles," he ordered the pirates around him, arms crossed over his chest, the look on his face expectant. The pirates came up and grabbed the siren harshly, locking cuffs around its neck and wrists, with a larger one around it’s waist. A chain was wrapped around its tail, the weight itself holding the creature down.

With a flick of his hand, his men left, leaving him and the siren alone in the room. Who was in control was obvious.

"Lets cut to the chase," the Red Hood said bluntly, crouching down in front of the creature. "Why are you here? I know you sirens aren’t stupid, I’m not as dumb as the other pirates. You should know singing won’t work, so what is it that you need?"

There had to be some plan going on here. Something even more underground than him, otherwise this siren should be dead by now from some outside source, or from one of his men. Coming to his ships was supposed to be a death sentence.

The Red Hood grabbed the siren’s face again, forcing it to look at him, and he unclipped the muzzle and threw it across the room. "Come on, speak. I know you can," he snarled, holding it by the chin and forcing it to look at him.