'Friendly advice' that reminded Guzma just how hated and disposable people think of bugs, and are so ready to shoot, stab, or kill first and ask questions later is fabulous, thank you. His Pokemon know not to stray too far from him, and he's kept them in their balls and very well fed (sometimes over himself) quite a bit. But hey, the more people know about them, perhaps the better - that way they'll be safer and he won't have to worry too much anymore.

Raising his brow, Guzma shrugs his shoulders. Bro, he doesn't care. It was a suggestion - Ariados' poison ranges in severity dependent on dosage. It be anything from an obnoxious numbing sensation, like that of a leg falling asleep, to utterly fatal - eating away and flesh and bone alike, and stopping blood from reaching vital organs. Tipping an arrow or a spear with a bit of it would be wondrous in hunting big game if they ever come across it - a shot in the right place could seize up one's legs to make its escape impossible...and pen up the opportunity for a big meal.

He's just about to say something, mouth open, before it closes at the mention of toasting his Pokemon. Was that really necessary? Guzma snarls, snatching up his exchanged goods and shoving them hastily into his pack and turning to go.

"For her sake, she better not," because that poison from earlier? Guess who'll be the first he uses it on. "Thanks."