Caspian was immune to her tears now, had built an impenetrable wall around his literally cold heart. He wasn't, however, prepared for her anger. It hadn't crossed his mind that he might invoke her wrath with his overprotective tendencies, and he met the emotion with wide eyes. "Nngh!" He grunted as heavy, dry tentacles adhered to his bare chest and neck, and applied enough pressure with suction to make him panic for only a moment. But then... what could she really do besides hurt him?
She could break every bone in his body, for one. If she wanted to, she could cripple him for life, or inflict the most horrific pain he could imagine. These suckers, he knew, were nothing compared to her real power. If she wanted to hurt him, she could have easily mangled him to bits and pieces by now. Maybe she would.
And he was morbidly curious about the nature of death. Did it feel as good as it looked when he dragged mortals to their inevitable demise? 'Dying today is much like dying any other.' Caspian reasoned, closed his eyes despite her livid face and came to a terrible peace within himself.
If he were going to die, he'd much rather it be to this... octopus girl than anyone else. At least she wasn't a human.
Still, he didn't figure her to be the type to act out in aggression. She'd seemed such a sweet girl when he'd first met her, sensitive and curious. The fact that she'd found it necessary to hurt him at all made him a little ticked himself. Perhaps she belonged on the surface. "Go ahead. Kill me." He hissed, his voice dripping with malice while he planted his feet firmly in the hot sand, "You can tell your family - if you /survive/ long enough to return - about how you met a boy on land and took his life. That'd be a fitting experience for a trip like this, don't you think?"
But the tentacle was already setting him free, making him wince involuntarily with the removal of each sucker. The sickening, wet sound of it made him grimace. God, that hurt. But he wasn't about to let her know that, so he merely took a cautious step back and ran his fingers over his cold, tanned skin experimentally. Oh yes. That'd leave marks. It looked like Caspian was covered in a bunch of large hickeys. Unfortunately, that would keep any potential female prey at bay. He'd have to resort to using his water horse form to survive, now.
"Sorry. I... You are just trying to help and I'm behaving like a child."
"Forget it." He whispered, as if the will to carry on had been drained out of him. "You're already off to a good start, aren't you, Mary?" Backtracking now, each backwards footstep sinking into the gradient of wet washed over the sand from the tides. Sea foam, remnants of the waves crashing behind him, danced between his toes. It was obvious that he was taking his leave of her. This conversation was quickly heading downhill at an ominously rapid speed, and he no longer felt compelled to stay in her presence any longer; he was heading back to where he belonged. 'At least I know where that is.' Caspian thought bitterly, now up to his ankles in water. "I'm sorry I woke you."