"Please don't! I taste awful!"

A pause.

"I think. Well, at least I hope I taste awful!"

It was certainly a surprise for the Chameleos to hear a stranger, a person, even, speak so fluently in the tongue of beasts. He could, however, understand her just fine. He would have understood her even if she used standard speech, that is how long he had been around people. Now, Mercury did not expect her to understand what he himself had said, but that hardly mattered. Whether she could comprehend his words held little importance in comparison to his grand plans.

He wanted that thing. That... sword? Sword. Yes, upon closer examination, it indeed turned out to be a sword.

He crept closer and closer, head held high as he took one jittery step after jittery step. He waved himself back and forth as he walked, like an actual chameleon, making his approach slow and excruciatingly tedious. Suddenly he stopped, slowly lowering his head and pointing his sharp horn at his would-be prize, unaware of its true (and currently fickle) nature.

"Hey, don't worry! I'm not gonna hurt you. In fact, I wanna help...!"

He could sense her exhaustion. Mercury took another step forward, this one much more decisive, and he revealed his fangs, akin to spearheads, as he cackled. Suddenly, he appeared genuinely dangerous.

Do it nerd. Do it pussy you won't, no balls