"Eat you?" Really, it was actually kind of surprising that Sidon didn't hear that more often; a few times, sure, but not nearly enough that the novelty of such a request had been worn down. He laughed again, pumped his fist for extra emphasis with another winning smile, you know, one of the ones to show off all his sharp, pointy teeth that he considered to be the utmost display of friendliness and nothing more. "Perish the thought! I assure you, I have no palate for human flesh. You are quite safe from the prospect of consumption, unless it turns out that you are actually quite secretly fish or pizza in a very clever disguise! At which point, I would be far too impressed by your phenominal deception to consider eating you. After all, there are plenty more fish in the sea."

Which was kind of an awkward spot to put one more of those winning smiles, Sidon, but, hey, you do you.