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Xan had expected her to do as she'd been told, but was met with resistance instead. There had also been a name hissed out, something to call the scuttling creatures. Whether or not the information could be trusted, he wasn't entirely sure, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt just this once. Besides, he had other things to worry about, such as being able to try one of the little buggers. It'd been made clear prior that he couldn't catch one on his own, and so, in a way, he sort of needed her—not that he'd ever admit that aloud or anything. In fact, he hadn't said anything for a short while, jaw kept clamped shut whilst he worked to keep himself from lashing out at her. Couldn't go off ruining whatever chance he could possibly have at tasting a sea-beast (but which sea-beast, exactly?).

"I'm not little," he'd finally said. Insinuation? Perhaps. "You'll listen because I'll do something for you if you do this for me." What he had in mind was probably vastly different from whatever was in hers, but Xan hadn't the capability to think in that direction.