[It can feel Mizael sparking, feel that his light is threatening to overwhelm, but it needs this new pet--

unless...

(there's a way to make its hold on this Barian so much fuller, so much stronger)

The tendril in Mizael's mouth gushes liquid one last time and suddenly they're all withdrawing, dropping Mizael's naked body on the wet flagstones as the slime retreats back into the fountain.]

...but, if you won't be good...maybe you don't deserve my power.

Think about it, won't you, little Barian?

[And then its body melts, all at once, and as its mass slips back into the drain the water of the fountain grows clear again.]