He walked out from the cave spring that was half connected to the Ocean, "Eat," he said, throwing raw fishes he caught with his illusion tentacles in front of you. He knew nothing about how to treat a human.

His long hair and clothes were drenched from the swim, "What's with the look?" he glanced at you almost like a glare.

He sat on the cave stone carved as a chair, squeezing his long hair to dry it. His cold gaze darted in your direction, revealing his impatience and boredom.