[There was sound at the door after some time, and he only continued, laying in wait and wiggling in the nest that he had built. It was perfect, just the way that he wanted it and nothing out of place. The cap on his head only accented just what he was going to do when that creature finally made its way to him and there would be nothing left, probably not even bones. It would be a glorious feast.

He sang until the door opened and Steve's voice called out his name. Then his jaws snapped shut, and he huffed and sunk deeper into the nest so that only his nose, his eyes and the cap appeared over the edge. He had tipped the cap so that he could peer up at his mate when Steve finally appeared, and he shifted on his side, exposing the significant swell of his belly as if to say 'she made me do it'.

Of course, his attention then darted at the smell of fish, and he hummed a pleased sound as if he had been caught doing nothing wrong, least of all luring people into the apartment. He lounged despite his size, unable to accomplish the same beauty he would have expected had he been in water and his lower half covered in scales.]

I was... singing for my supper. I hear that is a phrase that humans use? I was just being more literal than you people do. [He leaned his head out of the nest to peer towards the door.] Is my meal coming still, or did you chase it off?