I'm not playing with it! [Prefect insists, shrilly. He's not playing with it, just... well, drawn to it. It glows in the darkness, and Prefect is hungry...

He frowns, as the fins flare up, and positions himself to avoid them, while still not wanting to swim away, really.]

And I don't know what they Feel. Sometimes I see little glimpses of something strange in them, but then it goes, and I don't know what it is.