The thing about crocodiles is that they have moodswings, so to speak. All Sol wanted to do was bask in the sun and nap. And maybe figure out some of the inner workings of the place, but he didn't have his lab to start work with, and he was in the process of rewriting things by hand to have them more readily accessible--mostly finished with that, at least. But that was also for later when he wasn't sitting in the sun.

The thump led to eyes opening, gaze turning to lock onto Ky. Ochre irises nearly covered the surface of his eye like this, slit pupils widening for a flash.

"S'it matter?"

He's bound to shift to lazy aggression at this rate, especially if Ky decides to nag at him.