Duncan truly froze for several seconds before he could grasp the meaning behind A-Dog's words—not that he didn't understand the other's language, but he needed to digest the shocking fact.
"Are you sure?" he asked, picking up the small piece of grayish-black flesh with a tinge of blue from the little iron box, and pinched it again, "This thing is a part of The Saint from the Mysterious Deep Sea?"
"You... You're still touching it?!" A-Dog watched Duncan's overly "bold and carefree" action, its voice changing pitch with alarm, "Don't you feel the tremendous pressure and power it's emitting?"
"No," Duncan shook his head, then added, "And it's not just me; Fenna and Morris didn't react much either—they only felt that this thing is somewhat dangerous or unsettling, but nowhere near your level of agitation."