Maybe, just maybe, he's going to be able to salvage this. Neffa keeps a smile on, and uses it cover the uneasiness that the movement of those teeth provokes. He does his best not to envision them in the arena - to picture them tearing at a throat (at his throat, and no, that's stopping right there). Small wonder the troll finds human language difficult to navigate.

"No nasty side effects, I hope?" he asks encouragingly, widening his smile, because that is most definitely easier to deliver as a joke.