[ Clay peels back his lips in response, smiling wide as he focuses his powers to bring his teeth to razor sharp points. After a second he's careful to shift them back into little human chiclets before closing his mouth to speak. ]

I can make it worth your while, I promise. Let me buy you a drink to start, and then you can tell me why you have the intoxicating smell of seaweed and low tide if you think you can trust me. Can I just get that from you?