Those eyes actually remind him more of amphibian eyes, now that he has a chance to look at them. And then they blink sideways.

Fuckin' neat. There are bonuses to living in this city. Seeing wierd reptile/frog/bug men fending off drunken ax-wielders is one of them.

"Hank Anderson." He offers his hand, then, awkwardly, adds a, "Shaking hands is okay, right?" He's not proposing marriage? Insulting his mother? Saluting frog Hitler? Come on, warn him if he's fuckin' it up, sir.