"I've been told they're toxic," he fills in for her, bending down to retrieve the lead. The munga snaps at Devin's hand, diverting to charge at his feet when it misses, and he straightens quickly to avoid falling prey to the hallucinogenic spikes. The poor lizard ends up not quite dangling at the end of the lead.

"You don't seem to be attired appropriately for this sort of thing," the vampire remarks, ignoring the angry hissing noises the lizard is making. "Nor is it your responsibility. Why the chase?"