Hm. [ His smile fades, going thoughtful. ] And fish don't have these eyes, do they?

[ He shifts, pulling up at the bottom hem of his shirt. It exposes a few things: scarred skin, an edge of metal, and a flourish of small, red gleaming scales. He watches Jack's face closely, despite his head tilted down toward himself, intent to see what the reaction will be. ]

Just wondering what the animal I'm meant to be equated with will be.