"Bed wetter? Cute coming from a whelp who barely looks to be out of pull ups." Jacque retorted as water began to leak from the small nozzle attached to the bag and pooled onto the ground behind him. Manō meanwhile began to rattle in its sheath loudly, mirroring its wielder's growing hostility to the point where it seemed as though it would fall from the sheath. Jacque's mouth twisted upward into a cruel smirk, "I wonder though, if I sliced open your gut, would magma pour out of your innards like it would an adult? It was always so fun to watch when I did it to the older members of your ilk.", he said, all too happy to resort to biting commentary about how he'd slaughtered other kinds of elementals in combat.