[Mizael's teeth will sink into the tentacle easily -- too easily, in fact, going all the way through, and as soon as the tip is detached it melts into black slime and slick violet liquid in his mouth.

Mist doesn't seem to mind in the least -- it just croons and drifts forward, voice suddenly melting-soft.]

What a disobedient Barian...that's ｎｏｔ　ｇｏｏｄ, is it?

Open wide, little bird...

[More tendrils creep from the fountain, little thin ones this time, and this time they hook under his teeth and pry his jaw open so Black Mist can peer into his mouth.]