Trog solemnly swears he is up to no good.
No wait... That's not it.
Hmm...
*uses raised hand to scratch under his protruding scaly chin for a moment or two, clearly thinking hard then snaps back to attention a moment later.*
Trog agrees.
*Takes hand off thread, ashes into a nearby potted plant and looks around quizzically*
So uh... what's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here anyway?
*puffpuffpuff*