"This would be a most excellent time to mention I have healing capabilities. As any student of the biological arts should in order to restore and mend slightly erroneous cuts."

"The Name's Muddyfoot fishman, you better tell your friend to lay off or else I'll cut you.

"Well now that is in no way proper behavior. Foul mouth creature, I will not attend to your wounds until your regard us as not your enemies. Oh and perhaps help us find some pesky humans? I will even throw in some healing for your friend there who is bleeding rather profusely. I'd imagine by the amount of blood loss he has sustained he is on the cusp of requiring medical attention. Stable, but rather vulnerable to an outright coup-de-gras which I am certain either of my friends can deliver."

The exchange was comical, as if R'Lyeh found this an appropriate time to make commentaries on his abilities. Offering to heal the enemy as a bargaining chip.

"I never liked him anyways."

"Well, that is no way to talk of your allies."

"He can rot for all I care."

Another firm smack with the shaft of his spear quickly swung in there between replies.

"Well then, I suppose you can lie with him."

For a researcher, he was getting the hang of this quite well.