"There's that famed Baedal variety for you, then," Seoraj observes, not having yet actually straightened from his quick duck sideways, hands resting on his thighs. "Knew if we went far enough there'd be something out there what appreciates your unique charm."

For as much as he is just casually and reflexively as he tosses off that line in much the same way as someone else might feel the need to check they've still got all their fingers and toes, given the worrying possibility of alarming the monster (even just startling-- he doesn't fancy seeing what happens if it jumps up unexpectedly), his voice is pitched deliberately nonthreatening, like someone not unaccustomed to dealing with unruly wild animals.

(Bruce and the cowdragon.)