He's reminded of when he and Six went fishing for the sky-fish on another system, with the monastery and another set of caves that relied on illusion to force people into confronting themselves. Ahead of the confrontation with Chaos, it had helped, but it was also his one experience with large pseudo-fish.

He squints, staring out beyond where he hangs in the water, waiting for Esteban to catch up. Shapes more shadow than colour for his eyes catch the light in glinting silver, even if the fish themselves weren't silver. Slimmer forms, moving much faster, a pod of whatever it is dancing sideways and turning over, darting lower, then rising high.

Not that, he thinks, but another?

"Further out," he says, tail giving a long, slow wave in the waters behind him, mane and tuft flowing after. "There's a group, a herd or whatever, swimming by out there. One of those would be a decent meal, or more?"

He cants his head to the side, sending more breatheable air to Esteban along the trailing qi line between them both.

"Whatever you think you can handle once I hand this net to you."

Teeth now visible in his form of a draconic grin. Haha.