The question makes Shrieky forget all about the meat, and he drops it back down quickly, his undivided attention suddenly focused on Sebastian, "No. I mean, no, it isn't rude, and I don't speak it. Teach me the words you know?" He shifts forward unconsciously, intent and fascinated by the prospect of learning about other Merfolk. He hadn't even really been conscious of them having a language of their own, although it made sense, now that he thought about it.

Manticore flicks his forked tongue out again, ghosting it across the back of Sebastian's hand experimentally. Apparently content with the scent, it lets out a string of deep, melodic sounds, clearly addressed to Sebastian.