Luckily, Rex was drunk enough not to point out that many fish were elongated and stripey, so he just raised his brows, clearly impressed, and smiled the smile of a lonely man who just found a kindred spirit. "Really?" Siiiigh. "It must have been amazing, seeing them swim. Up close. In person." Rex paused. "Although if you see them every day, I suppose it might lose the appeal."

Like snakes could ever not be a beautiful sight. Rex tilted his head for a moment, clearly trying to figure out if the question was for kraits or cobras, then he decided that it didn't matter, because bragging was more important.

"A few times, in very controlled conditions. I had a pair of cobras-- king cobras, actually-- back home, but." He pulled a frown and glared to the side, clearly picturing something or somebody he hated. "Then my home was under siege and I couldn't take them with me."

And then he ordered his men to blow up the base, so really, the death of his cobras was probably his fault--

No.

No, it was never his fault. It was the Joes' fault for breaking in and storming the place.

"I have another snake now, though. An Eastern indigo. Do you want to see her?" Like a proud, somewhat disturbed parent, Rex keeps pictures of her on his CID.