Anders touched an absent finger to the tank's glass. The fish instantly moving towards it. Normally that would have earnt at least the rise of one corner of his lips but not this time.
He frowned and turned his head to look at her. "Protection? What protect..." His gaze landed on the sceptre. "Oh. Bit overkill. Couldn't fucking do anything to you anyway." His gaze returned to the fish tank, the bottle of vodka in his hand forgotten. Another snort. Complicated, that was a fucking understatement. "Two?" He shook his head. "Just one completely fucked up one."
((OOC: He got onto pets and words and just went off on a tangent))