The lizard opened one eye.
It looked at Raizen. Then at his hands on his hips. Then back at his face. The single visible eye - pupil wide and round - contained the specific expression of something that had been asked a question so far beneath it that answering would constitute an act of charity.
"What am I..." it repeated, but not as a question, more like a statement. The way a professor might repeat a student's answer before explaining why it was wrong.
It lifted its head from the warm stone. Slowly. With the slow pace of something that wanted Raizen to understand that this movement was a gift - that the interruption of its comfort constituted a sacrifice, and that the sacrifice was being made under protest.
"I" the lizard said slowly, dramatizing the moment even further, "...have no idea"
"You have no idea." Raizen bent his eyebrow.
The lizard rolled its eye - its single opened eye.
"I can't trick you, can I?"
