[Belth just gives him the most deadeyed stare he can manage. He's going to curl Eithan's hair with that glare.]

I can see it now-- a solid block of ice, a lovely shade of light blue. Lightly frosted. And inside, a perfectly-preserved pyromaniac with his mouth open in a comical yet eternal scream.

I'll give it to the Blue Fish. It'll go well with that ugly sculpture.