"Come on, I was just kidding! What do you take me for? A Vĥrmæitĥ? I wouldn't eat you!"

Zhenith drawls, tilting his head back. He's far more fidgety, tapping his foot as the dozen or so shadowy tendrils that seem to be a part of his person writhe under the ropes he's bound with.

Finding an otherworldly ship crashed in your yard was one thing, but eavesdropping on the being inside practically singing the fantasy of catching his next meal was another. Restraining him wasn't easy, but now he seems more desperate than ever to escape.

Even now he groans, leaning back and shifting in his seat uncomfortably with a short pant, a foreign, almost sickly sweet look crossing his gaze.

"I'm serious, hon. I need...mn...out of these so I can go. Your Earth atmosphere does things to me I don't exactly like."