[ Hmmm. Someone certainly seems intolerant to all of slimekind. It gives Ranulf a bit of a pause, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger as he sizes Shinjiro up. Both ears twitch, then flatten, his tail lowering in some very subtle alarm. ]

Maybe you're the pest, and you interrupted whatever party they were having? [ He's not outside of trying to find the most preposterous yet humorous possibility, approaching Shinjiro with his hands behind his back and his tail starting to sway back and forth. ] Or perhaps they're attracted to your temper?

[ Kneeling down, he gets a better look at the slime that the human shook off. Blue with an empty smile. ]

Either way, they don't seem all too dangerous.

[ Even though the one he's paying attention to is... definitely drooling. ]