Would you rather I say rude things instead?

[Because that came to him just as easily. He was in the middle of snagging a few clothes that looked like they would fit M.M. when she spoke again. He held out a few dresses to her, still intent on finding shoes. He didn't look too disturbed by that, instead chuckling. It shouldn't surprise him that a jewelry obsessed siren would be such high maintenance.]

Shoes first. If we have to run, I don't want your feet getting cut up.

[Then, an acquiescence:]

Other than humans, what do you eat?