Rex shifted back subtly, because it wasn't like he knew Shrieky well enough to allow him to invade his space. Give it time, merman. He took a big gulp of his vodka-and-whatever, the drink going down a lot easier now that he was drunk.

"What kind of eels? I'm partial to... Ophi... ichthy... de... uh. Snake eels." Rex wasn't a huge fish person, but at least eels were at least, like, the snakes of the sea. In fact, he should say that. "Eels are like the snakes of the sea. I mean." He waved a hand. "Aside from actual sea snakes. Like the... the... sea krait." Wait. He leaned forward-- now it was Rex's turn to stop caring about personal space. His eyes were wide with sudden interest. "Have you ever seen a sea krait?"

Tell him you have, Shrieky.