It's not eaten him yet. Pretty chill little animal.

"Scratch won't heal up right. An' it's got a pocket dimension in it. Open up its mouth wide an' if you see deep down in there or if tentacles come out, then it's not a Flerken."

He's keeping his distance, pulling a gold stick out of his pants pocket and tapping the blunt end with a glowing ruby against his palm. He's just uh, just gonna hold onto this. "I dunno. Maybe they look like Flerkens the way us Centaurans look like Kree. Or Terrans."

He gestures at V. He thinks he's Terran anyway? Maybe? That's a lot more work done on him than he sees on a lot of Terrans.