"Dude, you got nothing but audience here. You gonna just hide away or something?" Dean finally stopped to look at the fishman and his webbed fingers. He looked around, ignoring the City's regular inhabitants.
"You can't do that here. Even if you want to, the City will find a way to bring you out. You might as well get used to being a walking spectacle until you aren't anymore." He shrugged.
"It's how it works. Now, if you promise you're not going to kill any innocents or eat any children, I gotta deliver something." He stepped away then turned to give fishface a look that meant business. "I hear anything bad about you, Gills, I'll hunt you down and end you." He wasn't lying. There was only two creatures in the City he hadn't hunted down, no matter how much he wanted to, and they were only alive because he didn't want to start a war. Not yet anyway. Every other ugly thing had been dealt with, for the most part.