[ At this distance most spells would work just as effectively against himself than just the 'merman' before him. It's a dangerous game he's playing today, but he would be lying if he claimed to dislike it. If he were to let Rook too close it would be easy to drive his pen into Jade's gills and twist--tentacles ensnaring the moray before he could even twist himself away.

That is if Rook could effectively control even a portion of those powerful new appendages with even a fraction of the prowess Azul can. It's a risky bet, but there is some safety in the knowledge that even if Rook wanted to injure or kill him it would be, as Cater often says, a 'bad look'.

Webbed fingers spread when the tentacle takes his hand so gently, almost as if the vice warden simply planned to kiss the back of it. Jade takes the risk to move effortlessly closer, though the hand holding his wand does move to flick some teal strands of hair from his face. Is it a subtle reminder that this could change at any moment? Possibly. ]

Would Vil-san be disappointed in you wasting your evening? I imagine the deadline for your 'project' is drawing near...

[ His tail moves then--edging in closer until it can brush against one of the cuttlefish's strikingly vivid tentacles. Like this can he feel how cool to the touch he is? It's sticky, but he isn't worried about that prospect of all things running Rook off. ]