"One of yoursss," he hisses, watching her curiously, his head moving to follow her steps, the rest of him trailing behind.

"I don't normally look thisss way. It jussst ssseemed more convenient." he continues, then scoffs, as well as a snake can. The hissing annoys him as much as it does others, turns out. He'd much rather have the aid of lips to speak than rely on this form.