The lizard man watches you curiously as you “dance”, merely nodding when you end with your apology. He slowly walks away, towards the lake edge. “You dance differently,” is all he says, before diving into the water with a moderate splash. Minutes later he returns, a small fish, thin and less than a foot in length, clutched delicately in his oversized white jaws. Dropping his prey into a hand he passes it to you, “Are you hungry? I hope this will do for you,” he inquires as moves away, watching you closely.