(I would assume that to someone like Valspan,  spiritual camouflage would only be so effective at literally arms reach.)<br/><br/>Valspan chuckled at the shark man,  "Well he said all kinds of things before he died.  He was quite the talker, a lot like you,  but he had no idea where the city was.  He was the only one of his group that got close enough to me to eat.  The others ran off, so I never got to ask them if they knew. I assume they didn't though, because none of them looked like you." There was a sickly sweet inflection in his tone that seemed to catch at the hairs on the back of one's neck.  This 'tree' was clearly not through with the shark man,  and seemed completely unphased by any threat of violence against him.  He didn't seem to be pursuing the information he sought for now,likely due to Sin's offering of more morsels to taste.<br/><br/>He looked back to the tigress,  his vines sliding off of her in a slough,  "I can be patient.  If you're busy I suppose I can taste you later.  You want me to perform some kind of task as well, right?  I'm very proactive,  so I'd love to get that out of the way as soon as I can and then taste you and any female members of your crew after.  Work makes food sweeter right? A farmer told me that and I do believe he was right.  Ah,  but I always remember to be subjective."  He corrected himself.<br/><br/>The vines pulled back from their scanning reach,  enwrapping his own trunk in a spiral coat of vines as they seemed to tangle themselves out of the way since they had nothing to do.<br/><br/>"So what shall I do?  I don't sleep,  and I will only need maybe,  one person a month?  Though I'm sort of referring to my own average because your crew varies in size quite a bit.  Someone your size would keep me fed for two months, at least,  three probably if they're as energetic as you."  He casually informed her of his dietary needs.