[Siffleur lets out a soft huff, not quite a laugh but something in the neighbourhood of it. The man knows, but he's doing the things humans do where they pretend not to know an ugly truth. If the ship needs negative emotions to eat, then it will make more negative emotions, either directly or indirectly. He can think of a number of ways to do both very easily.
But again, the man has been helpful, so Siffleur will play his game. He will be polite and they will pretend the answer isn't obvious together.]
Worry when you cross that bridge.
[He turns more to the man and holds out a hand to shake, since anyone dressed the way the man is probably cares about being human. Siffleur's fingers are very long and his palm very wide, ancient scars from old knives and claws here and there on his hand.]
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But again, the man has been helpful, so Siffleur will play his game. He will be polite and they will pretend the answer isn't obvious together.]
Worry when you cross that bridge.
[He turns more to the man and holds out a hand to shake, since anyone dressed the way the man is probably cares about being human. Siffleur's fingers are very long and his palm very wide, ancient scars from old knives and claws here and there on his hand.]
I'm Siffleur.