Well, that's perfect reasoning, thought a distraught Brennus as he adjusted his tie uneasily. The bandages on his arms rubbed against open wounds and he winced slightly. This monster was going to eat him because he was human? What sort of idiocy was that?
He took a step back and tripped over one of the vines, but caught himself before he could fall. That would be the last thing he needed now. Instead he glanced uneasily back at the creature. "I fear I wouldn't make a very good meal," he said with as much confidence as he could muster. (Which was, mind you, more than he actually felt now.) "But I'll make you a deal," he continued. "I'll make you a deal. There's a man who has far more meat on him than me and would make a better meal for both you--and your sister--" he added with unease at the thought of two of these monstrosities. "I am, um, looking to find him right now, which is why I'm here."
Ah, the lie slid off of his tongue so easily, and for a moment he wondered if what he was doing was right. But he cursed you with pelicans! Brennus reminded himself. He swallowed and continued, "He's magic, but I doubt that will be a problem for you, for I think you could deal with him adeptly. I will find this man for you and in return--you will spare my life." He looked up at the creature expectantly.