He came up with a little snap of his jaws, just a half inch from her fingertips. It was rather exquisite display of precision, showing some sharp teeth digging into the fish and keeping it in his mouth. He began to slip down into the water even as she kept the hold on the fish. He remained close to her, looking at her while she spoke, swallowing the fish in a go. “Diii—anna….” He said, very high pitched for a voice; then again, he wasn’t a speaker on land, normally. He could feel her legs quivering a little bit, and moved closer to her side. Her excitement meant his pleasure, she had learned.