[Eridanus frowns thinking about it—about the way his rage crawled beneath his skin like liquid magma, trying to burst its way out. How the very thought of Eucryphia being tormented here as he was, was enough to make him feel like he needed to kill his own wife. His expression remains even, despite the slight knot between his brows, but he can still feel the sting of something in his eyes. He turns his chin, and rubs his claw against his opal-guarded mouth.

Stop, Eridanus. This is supposed to be a nice evening with a friend.

He takes a steadying breath and pushes a smile across his face, finding himself somewhat thankful that the darkness within the backseat of the car obscures their vision of each other.]

It seems humans are constantly out to threaten monsterkind. Though I don't blame them, I would likely fight back too if I was a food source. [His words trail, and so does his gaze. His verdant eyes momentarily fixate on the window beside him, before he casts a sideways glance towards Peace.

She's good at distracting him, which he's thankful for. When she excitedly grabs his attention to show him something, he almost has to double take at what he sees. Without thinking, he reaches a hand to touch where Peace's long ear had been—and feels the change in space as if it's still there, but unseen.]

An illusion spell... [He breathes,] we can do this? Truly?