A single tendril, a lone Vine would briefly grasp Seydon's hand, giving it a slight shake.<br/><br/>"You're particularly fishy.  Do you know a way into the underwater city I've been looking for?"  By now the group might realize it was hard to tell who Valspan was talking to as his four Black eyes swivelled about frequently,  rarely settling on any one or even two people for very long.<br/><br/>As the catfish woman cautioned him,  he turned slightly towards her in confusion, in so doing lifting and dragging Sin a few feet to the side, given her distance from his trunk, since his vinesslowed to a stop momentarily "Oh?  But a single arm is hardly a conclusive tasting! Speaking of which, I wasn't finished with you either.  I only collected your external taste."