Dude, shut up! [ Shushing him, and really not helping his conspicuous attempts by flailing his hands around, he shoots Scott a look. ] I don't know, they're like--the gods get all butthurt when you take away their ~special things~ and I guess we...sorta...count?

You know, traditions and all that crap. [ NOO SHE'S COMING wow he's just going to casually jack one of Scott's ribs and eat it and pretend like he totally belongs here. ] Act natural!