"Well, if he ever wants to throw down to see who's the better angler, I'm game." Noctis grins, but it soon turns into a flat look. "I can handle not knowing the how, but I've had too many important secrets kept from me in my life not to worry about what he knows."

He laughs at her further fishy wordplay, apparently not minding having not gotten an answer to his question, and starts making his way toward the closest food stall as he pages through the information on the various yokai. Her request to her unseen DTF makes him look up again, though, and watch with interest as she transforms into her disguise. "An octopus...wife? Isn't that just also an octopus?--aw man, you can walk on yours?" He certainly can't when he's half-octopus, but then, this yokai form is probably not just your average everyday mer-octopus.

Noctis also fails to consider how the string might respond to her sudden lack of ankles, so he's jerked to a halt by the bit wrapped around his wrist when it starts to slide away from the tentacle it ended up on and quickly moves to compensate. "Whoa, wait--"

But the string does not wait. Instead, it shortens the length between them and pulls Noctis' arm to settle around her waist, and then wraps itself around said waist a few times for extra measure. And there goes Noctis turning red again, although--

"...uh, at least this is...less suggestive?" No less awkward, though. At least, for him.