[He was already chewing on a second piece of orange, not particularly one to savour a meal, even a special one like this. He liked having the taste on his tongue and lips, like the sweet juice hitting his belly. It was a texture that one didn't find easily in the meat in the sea. Everything was either soft or hard, never particularly sweet unless it was some water plants.

Oranges were his favourite. Steve was also his favourite land creature.

He nuzzled the smaller man more aggressively, humming a low two-toned musical note that failed to express the allure of his voice entirely. He still rubbed his forehead all over Steve's, bumping their noses and then doing that 'human thing' of rubbing his nose on Steve's cheeks, not even bothering to be mindful of the injuries of the black eye.]

Did you save the teeth? [He frowned and grunted unhappily at the mention of the victim. Matriarch's were to be honoured and protected for their knowledge and wisdom.] Young human males seem to have no respect for their matriarchs. You did the right thing defending her.

[That was not a compliment he gave often, if at all.]