Adrian really didn't want to be a crocodile, nor did he want to get in the middle of this little bout of play acting. He was quite content to sit back and watch with some amusement. They were doing a rather fine job of it without his assistance, he thought. It was difficult to say no, however, once the pout came out and he struggled for a moment ... at least until he reiterated what Emma had said.
"Did she?" he asked, dryly. It was a good thing he'd already cast that heating charm, otherwise she'd be on her own. Clint's amusement earned him a roll of his eyes. "You're awfully loud for a dead pirate," he commented, digging out his wand. Tapping it against his jacket with a muttered charm, the dark black of the leather shifted to a deep green.
"A temporary crocodile," he amended his earlier statement, "but I'm still not eating him. I have the misfortune of knowing some of the places he's been."