"Oh yeah, much more pleasant," Terrence said, far too amused. He didn't think he'd even mind getting caught by one of those pincers, but he wasn't going to do it on purpose. It'd have to be a sneaky crab that managed to get him, and then he'd be very entertained.
His expression lit up even more at the idea of crab races. "Fuck yes, crab races," he said. "Should we go to our beach and give them something of a home turf advantage, since they're used to moving around on the sand? Or there's plenty of space in my new backyard." He glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow, and the crab he was holding managed to grab his shirt while he was looking away. He laughed and disentangled himself. "K, if this bloke of yours doesn't understand the entertainment value in a crate of crabs, you may need to worry about him."