"What is it?" he doesn't turn around to face him as he pints to the multiple fish now skimming the side of the bowl. Their colors flash in the dim lights and the bright colors of the aquarium behind him. Casting the room in pale shadows of blue and purple as he it dances across the windows and floor. The fish, oddly enough, don't seem to be scared of him or even try to move out of his way. Normally fish scatter around your finger as you press it against the glass, but these fish, he notes, almost seem to be amused with him as if they're playing with him. He smiles to himself as he remembers to short trips to the zoo with his mother. The day always ending with ice cream and a rare chance to feed the passing ducks. He shoulders sag as he breathes in the smell of the ocean, so distant from everything else and sharp and clear as if he were actually walking along the sandy beaches himself. His back throbs in protest as he's crouched down and he slowly stands up. He turns his attention towards Poseidon and smiles at him, eyes gleaming in the blue light and waits for him to finish his thoughts.