"Po-licemen take you away for breaking rules?" He frowned. When he had first started venturing onto land he'd broken some of the rules he knew about now, but nobody had locked him up for it. "When do they lock you up? Do they wait until they can catch you?" Perhaps the police were just waiting for the best time to catch him, like fishermen. He'd have to be more careful when he stepped onto human turf again.
Dylan didn't really care what her small clothes were made of; transparent honey (whatever that was) or not, she wasn't really living by her own words if she kept them on. He tilted his head as she stripped down to her skin, looking at the naked girl with detached curiosity.
Fluffy would would have looked better with a tail. She was human, of course, so there was no way she could ever get one, but a big green tail would have been a vast improvement over her legs. Not that she'd grown bad legs, but anything with a merfolk-like torso always seemed a bit...spoiled by having those gawky stumps stuck on their lower half; it looked so unnatural. Longer hair and a tail would have made a world of difference.
Dipping his claws in the glitter, Dylan started on Fluffy's other leg. He tried something different this time, rubbing the glitter into her skin with his hand rather than letting it fall here and there. It meant that one of her lets had a bit of shimmer whilst the other was caked in sparkles. Dylan didn't seem to care about making them match, in fact he didn't really seem to be paying much attention at all until Fluffy mentioned colours. "You can get other colours? Can you get blue? Or silver? Or the colour that isn't green or blue but looks like both of them?" Some oceans looked like they were that colour when you put your head above the water; it would go lovely with his tail.
"You're cool because you aren't wearing clothes," he said, grinning. Silly humans and their fragile body temperatures. "I don't have anything now, I don't live here. I can find you something when I go back." Perhaps he could find her a nice lobster to play with, because humans seemed to like those. He'd seen big rooms were people sat down at tables and ate things and sometimes there would be a lobster tank where people would pick one to take home. He'd never actually seen anyone leaving with one, so he wasn't sure how humans prevented the lobsters from nipping them, but there had to be a way. "I can find you something you'll really like," Dylan added with a confident smile.