“Hm?” Fenny stops, and tilts her head as she looks at him with curiosity. “But I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>a talking Fennekin. And you … you’re a talking Deino too, you know.”  Fenny stays put, not moving back from the deino’s words. “What’re you so afraid of? I don't bite - at least to those who aren't impertinent.” Bubbles float towards them.