Hesitantly, Sigmund made his way from his hiding place to where Tamatoa was having his moment- though he'd keep his thoughts on that to himself. "You wanted to talk?" He maintained polite civility, allowing Tamatoa to set the tone of the conversation. If the crab wanted to have an attitude or maintain his righteous indignation, he'd respond in kind. Otherwise, hed be perfectly pleasant.
Tamatoa held Alinna a little tighter, but as Sigmund stepped out of hiding, he frowned as he casually but painfully obviously avoided eye contact.
“Seems we got off on the wrong foot…” he muttered. It Las already leagues better than his intimidation tactics before, but there was still mild resentment hiding just behind his words… but hey, he was trying.
“Now that I know who you’re pursuing, I must ask… what draws you to my mate here?” An antenna dipped down and brushed Alinna’s cheek. “… and what are your intentions?”
