Oh. Oh this was getting good. Threats were always a great start, and it prolonged the fun than someone panicking and trying to get away. The snake obliged him, lifting her head out of the water to look at Phobos. Hey, she knew this guy-god-thingymajig. Ness, would have grinned, but she could not. Instead she greeted him mentally.
Hello, thar, god-thingy. Way too cheerful for someone on the receiving end of a harpooning threat.