While the great Dyn'yer'zhead had a multitude of words for the wolf creature, most of them would sound like gibberish to those around, and when it came to those who understood... well, let's say that the saying "swore like a sailor" would probably need to change in severity since Dyn's words, if spoken, would move the average up by about four magnitudes. The reason he held back was unusual for a Beholder, but it was due to the fact he didn't want to make Jill angry at him by thoroughly blundering all attempts at diplomacy the crew could muster up. Koan was up to her usual shenanigans, prancing about the deck with illusions flaring all around her. While many would consider it to be a pretty show, it hurt Dyn's eyes and the words, in his opinion, were needlessly on the begging side of things. It was like the wolf had any sort of leverage here. As she finally finished a Fog Cloud enveloped her, conjuring a small gurgle that could by some be interpreted as laughter from Dyn's spherical body. After being so apologetic she even finishes off by vanishing? An act as honed as one would expect from her. Now the words of Reemes were on the better side of things, especially his closing words reflecting Dyn's own opinion on the situation: The wolf was the one on the losing side here and it deserved to be taunted a little. The Beholder mouth curled into a smirk, but once he heard the words of the dragonborn, he rolled a fifth of a rotation backwards so that his mouth now pointed more towards the sky and burst into full on laughter. And while the last thing mentioned might have been a tension relieving and even a fun little addition from anyone else, believe me a laughing Beholder is the stuff of nightmares. To wholly understand just how unsettling the sound of it is, one needs to understand that Dyn was a speaker of Deep Speech, a language of eldritch sounds that could be described best as 'wet' and 'distressed', adjectives that have no business describing sound. It was as if the voice itself was scared of it being spoken in such a distorted manner. And when even rational speech was terrible like that, there were no words for describing just how horrible the laugh was.