Rhys looks down at his arm and pulls it against his body protectively. "Don't eat any parts of me! You or anyone else!"

He points around the area, points at flowers and plants and dirt just so everyone knows that he is not open for being anyone's chew toy. He's already gotten enough of the near death and being shot at being tied up and he doesn't want to deal with that again.

"We can be friends without anyone getting eaten," Rhys promises. "I'm a great guy to have a friend. Very handy when you need information and...okay in a fight."