The weasel extended a paw as well and shook his “Yeah but, come one the guy KILLED you, what, you mean you went into his maw willingly?” he said with a slight squeak and a little toothy smile, the tips of his white fangs poking out from the top of his mouth, tiny in comparison  to the lizards own set of teeth. His tail also waged a little as he talked, a sign he had spent a bit of time with wolfs. And the slight bulging of his sheath was… well probably just from the excitement of meeting a new person. The weasel continued “the pain of death by digestion alone should at least make you mad.”