Phrixus watched her quietly, contemplating exactly who had stumbled by him. She certainly had her misgivings about the humans of the world and held a distinct mistrust far beyond what he would have expected. Certainly his tale of his own plight did little to help her views. She had come to the conclusion that he wanted her help, for the most part, on her own, which brought a smile to his scaled face.
"Batobot tiliw qe vis." His ear flicked swiftly once, feigning incompetence for the betterment of his own cause. "Si tepoha nurti tepohada voga confn korja vur xoal, shar wer gemuth di wer tija tiric seem batobot idol. Jalla wux qe yscik ekess itrewic ve ekik di tenpiswo, si ornla qe malrak persvek dout nbelaern, sia usjalil." He almost laughed in spite of himself. Though he could never be truly called a real wordsmith, he had a certain knack for bending the truth just enough to get his way.