Jiang Cheng just stared at him as he played on the flute and got the octopi riled up again, including the one in his hand. Great, get his octopus upset too. Thanks... "You call that playing? You call that sweetly. You have a terrible sense of humor."

Well, he'd prefer his dog's company over an octopus, but he felt weird about killing it now since he had been holding it for so long.