“I find it preferable to henchmen. The term is hardly accurate,” Minion chuckled, “It means I’m the muscle so to speak,” he flexed his robotic bulk. He’d spent so long in various large suits that he’d grown to think of them as an extension of himself. As much who he was as his own scales.
“Do you fish here too?” he bobbed in his tank, “The area seems quite good for it from the haul I’ve been pulling in so far,” he never netted one place for long. Both to avoid suspicion and overfishing.
He blinks, licking lightly at the back of his teeth. “Li’ here,” Azlariel admits. “Yez, hunt here.” Not quite the same phrasing Minion had used, but closer to the truth in his mind. The strength implied with that suit still has him cautious, wary of venturing closer than he already is. Finding it difficult to get a proper read on the being he was talking to.
Looking Azlariel up and down, Minion mused, “You breathe in and out of water just as easily?” he eyed the interesting looking gills the being had, “That must come in handy! Not that I could operate without my suit regardless.”
“Still it’s not often I meet another water based sentient. Actually never,” he laughed with a grin filled with very sharp teeth, “Would you be interested in joining me for a meal? I wasn’t going to eat until I got back to Evil Lair, but there’s hardly any harm in it,” besides, Sir would be busy for hours yet and Anna no longer needed him after she’s come back into her own, “I can share my catch.”
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