"If you'd only listen, you'd know that 'dumping me in the sea' would have been perfectly acceptable," Seto says sharply, but all the same, his attention is on the bowl as he settles on his knees, palms flat on the tiled floor.

Well...no matter what it smelled like, he wouldn't ask for it. He wouldn't give away that it smelled very nice, especially after Seto had expended a great deal of energy fighting his leader and was now wasting more trying to keep his form in line while his scales dried. Nope. He is in complete control of himself. He will not betray--

--his stomach growls loudly, and immediately, his lip curls and he lets out an annoyed snarl.

"Disregard."