[Zelos' face is turned away thanks to the shoving, but he doesn't let up on the grabbing for the fish at all, either. In between laughs that he doesn't bother to hide, that is.]
Like I said before, there aren't any rules! Now give some over before I roast you! [Not that he would, if his little jump-grab at the higher fish from behind (even in their grip) is anything to go by.]
nO? YOU'RE DRUNK
Like I said before, there aren't any rules! Now give some over before I roast you! [Not that he would, if his little jump-grab at the higher fish from behind (even in their grip) is anything to go by.]