Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”
He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.
“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.
Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.
“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.
“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.
“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.
“Iz better to hide.” Safer, for sure, but phrasing it that way was easier for him. Focus flickering over toward the fish Minion was carrying, he takes the chance of closing some of the gap between the two of them, trying to look more at ease with the unfamiliar alien’s presence.
Trilling softly, the sound is apologetic. “Not ve bezt wiv viz language.”
“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”
Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”