"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── He watched with unabashed amusement at the interaction between mother and daughter, the response that his own mockery had dragged out of Vayne seemed to start a chain reaction within the deep recesses of his brain. ”Oooh, strike one.” He hissed, settling down and curling his tail over his front paws. It was like free entertainment, in a way the other two captures had not been and would not be. The smugness was contagious, he couldn’t help but revel in the reaction himself. A sideways glance was cast at the Guru, a direct response to the bold claim that the captive would be searched for. ”Perhaps. I’m sure we’ll see for ourselves, apparently. Big words from such a little thing.” Angel’s tongue ran across his teeth, a brief thought of many more new test subjects for his scientific partner in crime, but how did the sea affect it’s residents? A curious topic to be investigated one day, surely. And perhaps not a day too soon. The jaguar looked at Arvid as well, as if silently confirming his ideas with the poison maker, but no words were actually spoken on the subject. ”Let them come, since you’re so sure. May they bring as many sea-farers as they like. I will personally skin each and every one, the more distressing for you the better, Vayne Cipher-Folie-Roux.” He leaned forward, as if the cub was daring one more word to exit her mouth, the background conversations becoming almost lost on him as he gave in completely to his vitriolic hatred for a girl he had only just met. He wondered how many bodies would pile up if he kept his word. Not that he had any inherent interest in actually killing anyone, he was no warrior, simply a man of the arts.

It seemed as though Arvid hardly even needed to do anything in order for his captures to turn out interesting. From Aphra's stubborn denial – which was almost pathetic enough to make him wince – to Vayne's confidence that others would come for her. It wasn't long before the dire wolf was agreeing with others, a bit of a grin on his face, "Like you've all said, I'm sure The Typhoon will come for her eventually. And I'm sure we'll all be happy to beat them senseless – Sojourn especially." He grinned briefly in the kingpin's direction, knowing full well just how much she hated Roxanne Roux. It was part of the reason why he had been so eager to capture Vayne, after all. A way for experimentation and a way to impress the leader further? It was a win-win, at least in his eyes. Having to deal with Aphra was a bit of a pain in the ass, sure, but he had to deal with her every day anyways, so this was really no different.

Aphra lashing out at Vayne brought a bit of an annoyed expression to his face, but it wasn't really because of her hurting the girl. Rather, he had wanted a mostly undamaged test subject, and the other was ruining that. So, he then made his way over to where Vayne had shrunk back, tail lashing behind him as he questioned, "It alright if I take her back to the caverns now? I did have my own other experimental purposes for capturing her, and she wouldn't be much good to me dead. Or to any of us, for that matter." Sure, The Typhoon wouldn't know that she was dead, but they would still eventually find out. And then they'd probably be so incensed with rage that they wouldn't stop attacking. Arvid personally didn't even care about the damage that the attacks would bring, he merely didn't want them stinking up the place with their ruckus every single day.